You can know what a word means
but you have to feel it to know what it is

The pumping is still as my hand lays flat,
a non-moving silence is what I face.
I keep waiting to feel it, pat, pat, pat,
but time passes by and still no trace.
There's nothing there it is strictly hollow.
Where has my heart gone?
Do I dare to follow?

How can you feel that
and
     not
         want
                to
                  write?

I lay awake at night
thinking
            reading
                       writing
anything but sleeping.

My mind moves fast
never stopping or slowing down
keeping me awake
until the sun peaks out.

Now I lay awake at dawn
thinking
            reading
                      writing
a­nything but sleeping.

I missed you today,
A little more than yesterday
But not as much
As I'll miss you tomorrow.

"                        "
      !            :                  ,                .
              ,            ,            ,                .
      ,              ;                              !
                    ,

I want to be angry
But there's no fight left in me
I want to feel
Anything
But tired