It's not often this happens to me.
Rare, really.
This sleeplessness, the why-can't-I-fall-asleep thing.
I can instantly see how frustrating it is for those it happens to more often than not.
Why, in this chance of me getting to sleep in, have I not fallen asleep yet? What am I supposed to do? I was tired earlier.
That good old feel it behind you eyes thing. The 'I'll be asleep as soon as I lie down' thing.
But.
What.
Happened?

Whatever you wanted from me was not what you needed from me.

I won't carve my name in the tree of your heart; but I will write it in the sand of your soul.

Let the rain fall slowly on me so I can catch it in my hands,
on my face and into my mouth.
Let me drink it in like no other.
It is the rain, it is me.

Watching the rain in slow motion is like watching the best parts of life wash over you. Savor it. I just want to be in it.
In all kinds; the slow magical rain like a romance, fast and hard like the way my heart hammers at times, all at once and over so quickly just like a love known to some.

I can't run away fast enough.  The feeling always catches me.
I put on a show for others just so they can't see what is underneath.
I feel it in my chest; it hurts, it aches, it is constant.
I feel like crying all. The. Time. If only to feel that release. But does it ever happen? No, not really.