Sunday, February 10, 2013

you never feel as alone
as when its night and
your door is shut.
moon's not out, its
time for sleep but
if my eyes could close,
i guess i'd be dead.

1 comment:

  1. Sleep may be for the weak, but my mind simply will not sink into tiredness. My eyes flutter through each inch of this room, as if willing the objects to help me to rest. The slight creak of air slithers through the window with haste. The thick air swirls with uneasiness, while the occasional wisp of a car cuts through the air like clockwork.