I'm awake because
I can't sleep,
because
there's still so much buzzing,
stirring,
whispering inside of me,
burning my bones and
shivering my skin.
I want to touch,
feel,
be felt and
be touched,
to inhale and exhale,
to ruin and create.
I want to be dreaming while awake
and singing while silent,
though my song can never get through
with just a keyboard and
some clumsy fingers.
The air vibrates in
anticipation
as life continues its course;
ever-forward is
its mantra,
and ever-quickening is
its stride,
as I get caught up within
the fleeting nature of
time,
life,
and the sleepless nights
that have slowly become my existence.