Whispers

insomnia.

}}sleeping is a faint dream
in which the stars glowed faintly
but now they came down as comets
plummeting in my mind quietly

i often cry to the sound of rain
for the patters are eternal
and the water streams freely
like my tears but they're ephemeral

but these little things i swallow
make those dreams much more vivid
for i do not need to close my eyes
to visit the world i once lived in

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Cover by charlotte_sarah_