Who

Staring up at the ceiling.

Music caressing me as i looked up.

The bed as cushiony as ever.

Wishing to sink into the bliss of darkness.

The past caught on like never before.

My mind reilied like a move theater.

One scene after another, none lasted long.

None made sense, it all hurt as it held tight.

Sleep became an unwanted challenge.

Yet it was inevitable. Life was hard.

With sweets, yet i couldn't reach out.

Reach out and grab the sweets.

Finally giving into it, i closed my eyes.

Slumber hit and i went in deep.

It was dreamless, yet it hurt.

the darkness ripped at my heart.

I felt hands infold me.

Who? Who is it?