I've been losing sleep lately. Maybe due to the fact that I bring back work to my home. Maybe due to the fact that no matter how much I tire myself with my intern and part time, with my jogs and soccer, with anything practically, I seem to be greeted ever so well with the Night. How She would stay up with me and accompany me with my writing.
How both Her and the Moon would look down at me, and laugh about how I dream of the impossible, wishing that it would come true, ponder if there's any more of my imaginations that I could write and say to them. How some of the Stars glance over me, how they said "Hi" and "Goodluck!", when they pass me by.
And how I tell them stories about you, not stories, memories of you. The ones that I keep close to my heart. How their eyes glowed in excitement whenever I say your name. How as if they know who and how you were. How every word came into life, how you were present right beside me when I tell them.
And as I drift away into my sea of thoughts of you, they can see clearly in my eyes that I still hold on to some parts of you. And I won't deny it. I do hold bits and pieces of you. That is what makes me, me. And I will be sure to let everyone, especially myself, know that you shaped me the way that I am now. Only the good parts that is.
And so, I've been losing sleep because of you like you were losing sleep because of me. And it's fine. I am okay with this. I am content with this actually. Because as of right now, losing sleep by reminiscing us, is as good as it gets than losing sleep by wondering what could've happened.
YOU ARE READING
this time i'll get better
Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings