From Within

25. Last String

It's 2.03 am and I still can't sleep.

I'm just lying here on my bed

Thinking. What? Even I don't know.

It'll be 3.10 am an hour and a few minutes later.

And it won't take as long.

It has become a routine now.

I'm sent off to bed at 10.00 pm.

But I can't sleep. I lay awake.

Watching the ceiling and wondering.

Then when finally I'll be able to sleep

It would be 6.45 am till then and I'll need to wake up.

But it's happening more frequently now.

Even during the day.

I just...become so lost. Just keep thinking.

I don't know what I think, though.

I don't know where my mind wanders off to.

And I don't want to know.

It's just that this blankness is so welcoming.

It makes me numb...towards Everything.

And that's welcoming too.

Sometimes I sing myself that lullaby you used to sing.

You remember? I don't think so.

That lullaby would work wonders but

Now it doesn't. But I still like to sing it.

I like to hold on to the last string you left me with.

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Love,
Anshara.❤