Somebody distantly related wrote us tonight.
Our blood reaching out, connected. What is blood anyway and how can we claim it as our own? Our family used to eat at a restaurant called "The Claim Jumper."
Oh! Slipped my mind.
Eye of the needle, threadbare.
Threadbare-- long word for something so diminishing. Wants to hold on a little bit longer?
What are the things I am holding on to?
Want to sleep so I can wake up and eat faster (do we eat at the same time if we sleep or if we don't sleep?).
We all sleep alone.