the moon keeps vigil when i can't sleep. the moon dreams as it keeps vigil. it reminds me i'm repeating the same things in my mind. the same things as what? the moon dreams? the pillow absorbs all expectations. the repetition pauses without seeming to, while seeming to continue. i cross the street again to the same side. somebody in my journal back then said they made a mistake. i was the mistake and i was mistaken. when i finish the journal i will recycle the paper and say thanks, that felt good.