I can see them, blurry.
Intertwine in my throat and become words in my mind, I think.
I can feel the weight of my eyes down to the letters, I hear.
The sound of the wall behind feels like home, I hope.
Among dreams that nobody knows,
between the hours of night and I lose the day, I do not know.
How others have passed this day, and
I just feel small.
I can laugh when I see others mourn
and mourn when others celebrate, I fear.
Forget what I am, what I do, what I did, I know.
We're all ready to create a life that makes us feel empty,
and moments full of expectations, I swear.
I never wonder why knowing the answer,
and sorry again under my eyelids, I saved myself.
A doubt that insurance will grow but only distract me, I believe.
One sacrifices for love and flees for fear
when others just do it out of habit, I planned.
One day I understood that I would know everything,
having lived both inside and see out both silently, I pray.
For you do not consume one day as the sun consumes around, I hope.
The moon is with you when my arms depart, because
I speak to live only among people. I speak.
So my mind is occupied before bedtime. I finished.
For tonight no more, and feel me,
reading this openly, what they ignore, and I formed.
Good morning, love.
