One of those nights

I guess it's one of those nights that all three of us are in bed and Trish can't sleep. She hates this kind of moment. No wonder she either works so long hours until she's really tired and collapses and passed out or simply just draw herself to sleep with all those endless series, be it japanese or chinese or thai. Any sounds, anything to help her run away from this thing she can't get herself to forget. She has tried very hard to come to peace with it.. understand it.. see it for what it is.. put it behind her.. Some of those strategies work, but not all the time. At least she's allowed some peaceful moments, here and there, and then comes along a night like this.. or more like a period of time.. since she has been buried herself in these busy busy schedules of simply doing nothing.. of being outside herself.. of just keep running until drop down and die.. of fear of what will happen if she stops all the intake.. what kind of memory will come up? how much pain will it bring?.. will she be at the bottom of the pit again?.. can she muster the energy to climb back up for a thousand times..

wow.. it actually works. I just keep babbling and that put Trish to bed.. nice nice.. I will continue putting Trish in bed then.. nite nite and I shall talk to you later when the time is right. Hopefully, not because of a night like this