I can't fall sleep. Maybe it's because trying to sleep means having to remember how fleeting yesterday was, how empty today is, and how unsung tomorrow may be. Anything leading up to sleep is as much a blow of reality, as sleep itself is an escape from reality.
My thoughts tonight are scattered, fluttering pieces of garbage in the wind. I'm at a loss as to where to go from here before it's far too late. Too late to turn back without putting someone else's emotions on the line.
Playing with fire?
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
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