the elixir of late nights and coffee dreams

its alright
to fall asleep on the metro,
be slighty tired at work,
or call someone by the wrong name

its not alright
to be so fast asleep on the metro that you have a dream and twitch yourself awake, other passengers looking confused in ur direction.

its not alright
to be so tired at work that you use your monitor as a head rest, but the static of the screen makes your hair turn ridiculously don king-esque

its really not alright
to continually
and habitually,
constantly
and incessantly
call a friend by the wrong name, such that so much time passes, where the only option you are left with, is to simply avoid saying their name, at all costs.