I can't sleep yet again. I've lost count of how many day's it's been. It can't be healthy. I have no purpose, no direction, no focus. No reason to sleep, no reason to awake. I don't want to be around anyone at all. Yet I'm so lonely it's unbearable.
My photos are empty. Even the posters. All of them, left with empty backgrounds. A reminder of things lost. Things I let go. Things I want back so terribly but all I can do is set and stare at them. Wanting the answers to questions I'm not prepared to ask.
When I do sleep, there is no rest. Tossing and turning. To be awake feels as though I'm dreaming. Nothing seems real. Though I can sense that something is coming. All of this has to be leading up to something. Maybe it's nothing.
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