Sleepy

If all we are is just dust in the wind,

I wish a dust storm would kick in.

Float around, it will be the most beautiful sound.

That anyone’s ever heard.

Silence is what kills you.

Destruction of the mind.

Where else could I possibly ever find,

Such a soul as your own.

I hate that I’m always hungry for everything.

I hate that I’m afraid of commitment.

I hate that I can’t FUCKING finish any task!

I hate that I have a highly addictive personality.

I hate that I get some sort of convoluted pleasure out of my own self sabotage, physically and mentally.

I hate that I have zero trust or faith in myself-

Why is it, that I find myself holding my breath when I look at pictures of you in my phone?

*****

Chills go up my arms,

And these dizzy encounters make me so, sleepy.

Or is it sad?

The frown on my face feels permanently drawn on.

These scary thoughts.

My fears.

My ghost.

My breath breathes in and out.

Nothing left to hold.

Unbearable fever. Dizzy encounters.

Sleep.

- Thank you for taking time to read this. I hope that you were able to find some relation or take-away, as I hope with all my pieces... It would be a shame if my poetry didn’t tug at your heartstrings just a little bit. =)

-S

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