some sleep on sheets of short-sighted
shadows of the past,
as they persist in pressing, punishing
phantoms of their minds.
some sleep on murky memories of
melancholic histories,
meander and mired in mazes of
misremembered moments.
some sleep on empty benches, enveloping
entireties of elaborate realities,
praying for the writhing pain to write its
own destiny.
some sleep in hollow halls
and haunted houses
harboring hesitant hearts
hoping for hope's humble hand.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
some sleep on sheets of short-sighted
shadows of the past,
as they persist in pressing, punishing
phantoms of their minds.
some sleep on murky memories of
melancholic histories,
meander and mired in mazes of
misremembered moments.
some sleep on empty benches, enveloping
entireties of elaborate realities,
praying for the writhing pain to write its
own destiny.
some sleep in hollow halls
and haunted houses
harboring hesitant hearts
hoping for hope's humble hand.
where do people sleep ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ i've been feeling like utter **** lately..... but im so thankful that i have a roof over my head, somehow that is enough to lessen my depression...
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