Feb 2023
i promised myself
one day i would continue to write, but the thoughts and the words only come at night
11pm warm summer breeze, they come from all around, from the leaves in the trees. i hear the whispers i hear the songs, reminding me of all my rights and poisoning my with all my wrongs. maybe if i didn’t listen, tried to block it out, i’d be able to sleep without feeling doubt
i’m nostalgic for the lives i haven’t lived, listening to my breathing through creaking ribs. 11 turns to 12, and my head is pounding. if only i could sleep to save me from drowning
i can hear the remnants of lost conversation, and even my cries that have been mistaken. i wish i could scream, i wish i could yell. but my minds on fire, i’m living in hell
12 turns to 1, and it all goes silent. much contrast to the thoughts that were violent. what will happen when i awake in the morning, oh darling it’s okay the night was for mourning.
one day i would continue to write, but the thoughts and the words only come at night
11pm warm summer breeze, they come from all around, from the leaves in the trees. i hear the whispers i hear the songs, reminding me of all my rights and poisoning my with all my wrongs. maybe if i didn’t listen, tried to block it out, i’d be able to sleep without feeling doubt
i’m nostalgic for the lives i haven’t lived, listening to my breathing through creaking ribs. 11 turns to 12, and my head is pounding. if only i could sleep to save me from drowning
i can hear the remnants of lost conversation, and even my cries that have been mistaken. i wish i could scream, i wish i could yell. but my minds on fire, i’m living in hell
12 turns to 1, and it all goes silent. much contrast to the thoughts that were violent. what will happen when i awake in the morning, oh darling it’s okay the night was for mourning.
