There is a peacefulness in sleep.
It takes everything away.
It takes all the memories.
All the pain.
And I need that kind of sleep.
It got hard to manage these past few days.
You left yesterday.
And I'm here waiting for your Grace.
It's the same routine actually.
Scream, Cry and Die.
We've done this many times before.
Each, sacrificing a part of our lives.
I'm sitting down on the floor.
Observing all the lights.
The door opens.
You're back.
But you're not you anymore.
You're the guy I despite.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesía"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
