Words. Emotions. Phrases unsaid....
My pen-hand shaking to succumb to its purpose. To quiet the beast inside this deceptive brain, feed him with countless scribbles of tainted words and curiosity on paper. Images that make up a dreamland, stained forever by this sleepless hours of darkness. Alas, the rooster crows. The beginning of a new day. Same as the days that had gone by. New and yet still too familiar. And so I lay on scribbled papers and ink-splattered tile floors, I sighed a long and tired sigh.
I wish you knew that I cant sleep.... knowing you are not here by my side...
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