Monday, 30 November 2015

late night talks #1

It's 2.38 a.m. in the middle of the night
The thoughts running through the minds are something uncontrollable
I wish I could sleep earlier 
I wish I wish could sleep earlier yesterday too
How did sleeping become a hard thing to do
Blinking eyes, waiting for them to be sleepy but the opposite is what's happening; they widen in the darkness
These thoughts cannot be fathomed, how do they exist?
Why do they come out at moments when I'm trying to keep my sanity?
My peace
Light, lights
Come my way
That's not what I'm wishing for
Light, lights
Go away
Sweep me into the darkness and have mercy for me 
That's what I'm wishing for

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