When I am sleeping, you are there in my dreams.

And when I am awake, I am lost in your thoughts.

My desires are taking a new shape.

You are my desire now.

I think the feeling of being truly alone
is what draws me
awake at 3am
no one speaks my name
comfort
a distance from the motion
serene
a certain stillness

Its far more advanced
Than anyone knew
There are holes
You can fall through
And not have a freaking clue

The gap
Is another word
For depression or the blues
It seems my mind
Tears apart what it
Use to use
And makes me think
That I'm being abused
That every answer
To every thought
Is wrong
Pointless
Or incomplete

But on the other hand
It can be a good thing
A thing to use
A canvas
A poem
A way to reach out
To a few

So don't give up hoping
The fog will soon lift
I'm still obbssessed with
Finding my gift
Even through everyday
Chores I find life
A little too boring
But as soon as I start
To pour it seems
The gates start closing

Where is the open door?
What is it im searching for?

I want to stumble on
the sand

Crushing castles

As my feet meet the
shattered remains of
bonfires

Slicing and dicing

Stinging from the
salty sea

At least then I’d know
I'm awake.

This is what I've wanted.
To slip under sheets and get a restful sleep,
Instead of laying awake, uncertain, unsatisfied.

I've wished to be lost in the comforts of pillows and blankets,
Not left uncovered, uncomfortable.

I've found a new bed
I've found the dream outside my head.
I finally feel alive, not dead.

finally awaken.
they might know what i mean,
they might never know.
but i know that this is a new page,
a new book,
completely new book.
it feels different this time.
the more and more i live,
the more i realize that this was all for a reason even if it feels like it wasn't.
i'm awake.

The sun goes down,
The lights go out,
And there are the stars and the moon

Night falls and the wounds we try to pretend we don't have,
begin to haunt us

The night is so pure
It lets you think

Think about your mistakes or what you should have said
The moon nows all the secrets

Thats why I lay in my bed awake, thinking
Sometimes feeling empty and the next morning waking up to a new day

And just like the MOON, we must go to phases of emptiness to feel full again