Contemplating Sleep
I'm slipping in and out of conciousness as your name ghosts across my raw mouth, untainted of such familiarity.
I'm contemplating sleep as the hours weigh down father time's hands like wet sand, nesting in the ducts of my blood-shot eyes.
I'm lost in my own mind, but how can one be lost in something that can't be found? These questions pirouette through my thoughts, leading back and spinning these heavy arms once more until your name hits cold against rose petals.
Again, I'm contemplating sleep but it seems unfathomable due to your name, nestled in the winding crevices of undiscovered, untouched caverns.
Exhaling another night left behind, inhaling desires of slumber. My contorted frame cannot rest until it sinks and melts so delicately into yours.
It's a trick of the absense of light, it's a trick of the mind, illusions of airy desicions to tumble deep into dreams of false reality.
As rocks tear up my stomach, my eyes peel back ever so slowly. Revealing the truth: I'm losing sleep over nonexistence.
That's okay with me.
I'm contemplating sleep as the hours weigh down father time's hands like wet sand, nesting in the ducts of my blood-shot eyes.
I'm lost in my own mind, but how can one be lost in something that can't be found? These questions pirouette through my thoughts, leading back and spinning these heavy arms once more until your name hits cold against rose petals.
Again, I'm contemplating sleep but it seems unfathomable due to your name, nestled in the winding crevices of undiscovered, untouched caverns.
Exhaling another night left behind, inhaling desires of slumber. My contorted frame cannot rest until it sinks and melts so delicately into yours.
It's a trick of the absense of light, it's a trick of the mind, illusions of airy desicions to tumble deep into dreams of false reality.
As rocks tear up my stomach, my eyes peel back ever so slowly. Revealing the truth: I'm losing sleep over nonexistence.
That's okay with me.