waking up asleep
one sheep.
two sheep.
i lost count, really; i lost myself even more after doing things people would usually do to close their eyes, to make themselves feel better, to be in deep slumber— but i woke up asleep, still.
asleep in a way i walk, but can't see; asleep in a way my heart’s not beating normally— i want to say it hurts.
but i just felt numb, and waking up asleep drowns me. i walk closing my eyes, expecting no one to notice until they see me smile.
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Spaces Between Love and Skies » Poetry
PoetryHere's to the words left unsaid, voices gone, emotions excelled; To spaces between love and skies, there are apologies, regrets, lies, and goodbyes.
