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.