simply sleep
Too early in the morning I find myself with heavy eyes. Old mascara smeared on my pillows. I’m physically drained but I can’t seem to just simply
Fall asleep.
I’ve imagined quiet footsteps cracking twigs on my jungle like side yard, and then a very silent tap on my sliding door… It’s not coming.
My phone oddly remains quiet.
With no one to blame
I feel abandoned.
Numbness.
All contained in one damn place! I wish a tear could drop but it’s not even like that. Not right now.
In a room where counting sheep doesn’t fucking work,
I dwell the early mornings.
And count these instead…
Sans good night
Sans hello
Sans good bye
Sans sweetest dreams
Sans warmth…
Sans sleep.
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