the wee hours

my sister started a new blog last night at 1am. i was busy dreaming about La Cienega and when i woke all i could hear was i asked myself: am i any different?

these are the questions born on lonely Saturday nights, after 12 hours at work and 20 days in a row. these are the questions that come when you wake every night in a pile full of scribbles and a book half-written. these are the questions that give way to repetition and the Fear. these are the questions i used to never stop asking when i was 24... and knew everything there was to know and more.