Letters to my Cosmic Love

Sleep Deprived

There aren't many dreams I've dreamt of you.....a few good, fading memories remain. I'm scared to sleep tonight. My soul, mind, body–with your being I was stained. Yet don't be misled, I am not tarnished. Your love was, or rather, is what makes me shine; more of a varnish. But all I can think of amidst these sleep deprived, late-night thoughts, are the moments you'll spend with her. When you find her, I'll be stripped of the tattered rags of us that I hold dear, all that is left...of you, of me.....what we thought was meant to, but really can't be. I put off sleep, into the corners of my mind, thinking these frivolous thoughts...wasting my attempts at a new happiness and my time. All while (or maybe because) I am sleep deprived.