October 24, 2015

SICSLN

So I couldn't sleep last night.

Lights were off and everyone's asleep.
I am laying comfortably on my bed
looking at the dancing shadows on my wall.
For a second I felt I was home.

This is not new to me --
overthinking is my expertise.
At night, ideas come and go.
I wouldn't write them down
because I trust I could remember them
when the morning breaks.

It is not usually the case.
Mornings are routines.
Routines wash away every little emotions
from the night before.

So I couldn't sleep last night.

Lights were off.
I made my way to the kitchen.
Guided by my instinct, carefully.
I've been here enough to have familiarity.

I sat down in the darkness.
I felt I was home.
I wanted to be home.

So I couldn't sleep last night.

Tears fell on my cheeks.
I couldn't wait to be awake.
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