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Falling asleep (13/03/25)

The same feeling in the tips of fingers,
                       The numbing,
                               Cold,
                     Ghosted feeling.
The night is getting darker,
only the lights in the room are barely shining.
I heard my breathing: unsteady and unattached.
               I feel so physically lost,
   So I lay in my bed, with covers on my                   
                          shoulders.
I think about death, about nightmares...
                   This night will end.
I will fall asleep eventually - I will.
    So now I am thinking of the day,
Of future: closer to tomorrow's plans.
                       I think, I feel.
But I don't feel wanted in this life,
                         For myself.
I listened to Broadway, I quoted it at night.
Even if my memories are bad, I managed to remember heartful lines.
     My ghosted heavy heart is slowing,
               My breath is steadying.
                          I am asleep.