I lie awake some nights
I try to achieve some form of stillness
I listen so hard I swear I can hear the earth breathing
I wait for any answers
I wait for any sign of hope
I wait for some distant echo from a past or future self
What I hear is the wind at my window
What I hear is a great big nothing
What I hear is my own voice whispering something like a prayer
It’s okay
You’re okay
You can sleep.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
I lie awake some nights
I try to achieve some form of stillness
I listen so hard I swear I can hear the earth breathing
I wait for any answers
I wait for any sign of hope
I wait for some distant echo from a past or future self
What I hear is the wind at my window
What I hear is a great big nothing
What I hear is my own voice whispering something like a prayer
It’s okay
You’re okay
You can sleep.
