I can't sleep some nights.
I think I'm walking on glass and I'm expecting it to break.
I can't go back and I can't move forward. I'm stuck in the middle.
I can't sleep some nights.
My dreams are made of glass and they are breaking into million pieces.
I can't sleep some nights.
My mind has glass walls and I can't look at these mirrors. Painful reflections of myself.
I can't sleep some nights.
The people I miss the most are behind of unbreakable glass. I can see them but not be with them.
I can't sleep some nights.
I feel my heart is fake, made of glass. My whole world is made of glass. Fake because it can break in a glimpse of the eye.
I can't sleep some nights.
The edges of the glass pieces are sharp and I think I am hurt. Relief never comes.
I can't sleep some nights.
Ι want to break the glass and run free.
I want to dream in a steady world. Not made of glass.
I don't want any more reflections.
I want to be sure tomorrow is not breaking.
I want a window, without glass, so that if I like the scenery I can jump in.
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Night Vastness
PoesiaSo many sleepless nights. Nights without stars. Without people. Nights with tears. Nights with hope. Nights full of thoughts. How can anyone sleep these nights? I think I'll just get lost in the night vastness.
