Dear Sleep,
I miss you!
When I keep staring at my phone's light, I miss you.
When I lay awake after midnight, I miss you.
When I keep thinking of what to write, I miss you.
You were always there to take me to the world of dreams when I wasn't yet a writer. Then why did you leave my side after that dear sleep? Was it a crime that I started to write? Are you punishing me for having all these thoughts in my head? Do you think I've gone mad dear sleep? Why? Why did you leave my side?
Your silence says it all.
You don't have an answer. I don't think you've ever had it. Yet, I can't lose my hope, can I? I just hope that one day you'll be able to explain why you left my side. And don't worry. I'm in no hurry at all. I've been awake for two years now. I'm awake tonight. And I'm sure I'll be in the upcoming years as well. So take your own sweet time but promise me you'll have an answer one day. Promise me you'll explain your absence one day. Promise me.
I don't hate you dear sleep, I miss you.
I really miss you.
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The Pencilled Letters
Historia CortaDear Readers, These are the letters pencilled in my diary. They are the words that tuned the white of my diary to grey. They are letters written to small little things around us. Yours, Chinmay
