Shoes pitter patter across the floor as I sit awake, but silently dreaming.
A screech, something beyond recognition jolts me out of my peace
Back to consciousness, the world around me.
Lights bright, city sounds, hearts beat.
Where do I find the words to yell out at the sky?
Swirling down into the depths of my stomach,
I feel an ache that can't be eased.
There's a hunger inside of me that longs for affection,
Truth. Love.
Amidst the cinder-block city and this ever-moving world,
I want to stop.
Tell time to hold on.
Stop.
Sit on the grass again.
Stop.
Throw my arms wide open in the middle of the street
Just to see if someone will embrace me with a warmth
I haven't felt in what seems to be forever.
But as I dream of comfort, I'm pushed to move forward.
I've been blocking the sidewalk.
I pick up my bag and keep moving,
To never stop again.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Shoes pitter patter across the floor as I sit awake, but silently dreaming.
A screech, something beyond recognition jolts me out of my peace
Back to consciousness, the world around me.
Lights bright, city sounds, hearts beat.
Where do I find the words to yell out at the sky?
Swirling down into the depths of my stomach,
I feel an ache that can't be eased.
There's a hunger inside of me that longs for affection,
Truth. Love.
Amidst the cinder-block city and this ever-moving world,
I want to stop.
Tell time to hold on.
Stop.
Sit on the grass again.
Stop.
Throw my arms wide open in the middle of the street
Just to see if someone will embrace me with a warmth
I haven't felt in what seems to be forever.
But as I dream of comfort, I'm pushed to move forward.
I've been blocking the sidewalk.
I pick up my bag and keep moving,
To never stop again.
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