Nothing's ever as it seems, climb the latter to your dreams...
Insufferable Insomnia. I've had days this week where I simply step out onto my balcony or gaze out the window, awaiting the sunrise. 7, 8, 9 in the morning before I can manage to silence my thoughts and get my body to rest.
I have such an ache in my chest tonight. I'm not sure from where it arises, but I can say It's straining along a panic attack. I have such a terrible sense of longing tonight. Such amazing longing, and part of me has given in to daydreams of what will never be. An ache with the familiarity of love. I'm captivated by a myriad of images that play through my mind, hours on end. Where do my nights end?
I've written a poem just now, and am debating whether it's remotely understandable or decent enough for people to read. It makes me feel almost foolish. God, I miss writing. Another part of my longing tonight.
I have such an ache in my chest tonight. I'm not sure from where it arises, but I can say It's straining along a panic attack. I have such a terrible sense of longing tonight. Such amazing longing, and part of me has given in to daydreams of what will never be. An ache with the familiarity of love. I'm captivated by a myriad of images that play through my mind, hours on end. Where do my nights end?
I've written a poem just now, and am debating whether it's remotely understandable or decent enough for people to read. It makes me feel almost foolish. God, I miss writing. Another part of my longing tonight.