I love sleeping,
really I do.
Something is so tempting about the dark.
When no one can see you,
& there's a thin line between
the shining stars & your scars.
I will always cherish the moments
when your body is quiet
but,
your mind is loud.
As I wake up, each morning my mind resets.
Thinking things are different,
the sun clouds my vision.
That's the dark I loathe.
The one that makes you think today is better.
I was just dreaming.
a.n.p
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
I love sleeping,
really I do.
Something is so tempting about the dark.
When no one can see you,
& there's a thin line between
the shining stars & your scars.
I will always cherish the moments
when your body is quiet
but,
your mind is loud.
As I wake up, each morning my mind resets.
Thinking things are different,
the sun clouds my vision.
That's the dark I loathe.
The one that makes you think today is better.
I was just dreaming.
a.n.p
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