Winter is the cold sleeping space
Between the blanket and the sky, Between the legs falling asleep in warmth, And the leaves turned to frost in twilight.
Dark of night surrounds me, pillow below my head.
How long the many hours since I tumbled onto my bed? Mind so filled with thought that clearly has me stressed. Racing, scattered thought that just wont let me rest. Blanket that feels loose and shifts to feel oh so tight, and so it sets the pattern for this never ending night. I know that I must sleep before the rise again of the sun, in a world that cant relent from insistence things must be done. My body urgent in its craving to be silent and be still, but my mind just wont give in possessing the stronger will. A discomfort on my left side, so I roll again to my right. Countless repetition through the hours of a god forsaken night. Nothing that I do brings a sense my mind is nearing calm, I must try to get some sleep before clock sounds its alarm. So the hours go, too many hours surely for just one night, but too late now to rest as window reveals dawns early light.
Oh too many nights like this....
I didn’t want to wake up this morning
I was too emerged dreaming about you
Isn’t that what we all do? Pretending We’re okay but we don’t think so Minds getting hazy A little bit crazy Should we ask maybes Or should we just stop talking? Funny I’ve been having a lot of arguments In my head I don’t know whose currently winning It’s lame A big joke that we make We act we’re okay But inside our soul is dead How? Do we really heal or do we conceal? Does time really heal or we get better at faking? Are we really here or were just asleep dreaming?
I lost my daydreams for a while.
The bounce, the charm, the myrth, the smile. All locked within the sleeping child That I buried deep in the wild. And yet, my fantasies resumed. The undecayed body exhumed. My girlhood rose from her repose, The bright side of life to expose.
Perhaps, upon reflection, I may be getting a little better?
Love, love rest your sleepy head your in no shape to make amends I swear, all will be fine in the end The winds are silent, the waves crash low Doubt no more that the world will stream once more Hear the chirping sing to the humming Hear that? The nightingales are singing I swear to you All will be fine in the end Now rest your sleepy head ◊
the sun dies gently behind the hills as I
wander through the pastel cloud’s apricot-nuance with floating eyes of vacant iridescence. and the sky lost all of its mighty blue, now glimmering in a nonchalantly lilac hue one could only describe as the universe spilled passion. darkness manifests on the canvas of atmosphere, its golden streaks devoured by mischievous glee and we all sigh and finally close our eyes. so that this journey remains all that we see. © fey (08/04/21)
On a starry night moonshines beautifully as equally as you're. Hone, you **** gorgeous when it comes to your sound, sweet and soothing one's heart. I'm sending this to you wish I could sing you a lullaby to comfort your sleep and angels to guard and guide your dreams path. Sweetest girl. G-nite honey. #c9_fm
I wake from my nightmares.
Nightly sweats and ragged breath. Terror trembles throughout my body. Scenes echo in my mind. Then a soft touch to my back. I turn to look at a smile. Simple, bright, and honest to the core. Hazel-green eyes stare through in worry. I give a sly grin. Turning my head, I cried. Gut-wrenching sobs escape my lips. Desperate to contain what’s inside. There it was again though. Her hand on my shoulder. Her lips make out words. Encouragement and sweet nothings, perhaps? I hadn’t woke up. It was a dream too.
Am losing it, aren’t I? Ha.