I Remember, I was twelve. It was the first time I stayed up the whole night. Not because I could but because my friend said I couldn't. Curled with a book, stifling yawn after yawn. I watched the sun rise So elated. So naive. Afterall who'd willingly pass up on sleep if not a child.
I remember I was twelve Escaping clutches of sweet sleep. Six years later I lay in bed, Struggling to call the sleep I pushed away. Staring aimlessly, frustrated, screaming into a pillow, clutching it tightly. 6:40am IST My eyes sting and relentless tears stream from them falling like caresses on my cheek. I twist, I turn. I try and try some more, Then slowly succumb to boredom, Seeking the sleep I hid from.
We've been... a... part... so long; We've not been... to...gether, a... lone. Together alone.
I hear the lonely house sounds Of dripping, creaking, and window wind whoshes; The semi-muted fiber optic sounds; The various vehicles dopplering past. These I hear in my fractured second, Before asking, "How ye doin?" Which shatters into glass the silence Held too long between us. But now we are alone, together, alone. A silent alone, together.