confessions of lost child screaming silent.

can you hear me?

there are only whispers for you.

i hadn't been, not much.. sleeping, that is and there was no reason, or any desire to find it, rest. and so i wandered through my days and saw light, soft glow, in every little place, even the darkest. there were smiles, real ones. there were bits of time, instants where head was drawn to a pillow or any object that might suffice, but it was brief and never felt as if i'd closed my eyes, even when i knew everyone did, her thoughts spilled from moist eyes.

and then i found it, again.. slept hours, for hours and now i know tired. now i know the feeling of utter exhaustion. now i know the sleep that forces tears at smile across unattainable lips. now, there is too much, and she said, i just want it forever. sometimes, i don't want to wake up.

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