10 days,
and 20 nights.
Sleeping,
but never resting.
I close my eyes,
tell my mind,
"You must stop!".
Silence arrives,
the calm before the disaster.
What will happen tomorrow?
And your love?
The payment?
The salary?
I want my body
to melt into the sheets,
to receive an embrace from the bed.
For the pillow
to absorb my thoughts.
For my soul to leave,
and return with the dawn.
I want to sleep,
so that in the morning I wake up,
as if yesterday
had never existed.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC
10 days,
and 20 nights.
Sleeping,
but never resting.
I close my eyes,
tell my mind,
"You must stop!".
Silence arrives,
the calm before the disaster.
What will happen tomorrow?
And your love?
The payment?
The salary?
I want my body
to melt into the sheets,
to receive an embrace from the bed.
For the pillow
to absorb my thoughts.
For my soul to leave,
and return with the dawn.
I want to sleep,
so that in the morning I wake up,
as if yesterday
had never existed.
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