| I was up at 4am. I hate when my mind races and I can't sleep. Besides, it was really hot in nan's house. So, I wrote a free write at 5am waiting for the bus. It may not make sense. No longer the sands of sleep
Rests upon my heavy eyelids—
Moths of twilight fly deep,
Basking in the moonlight;
Hiding from encroaching dawn.
Air becomes restricting and tight—
Restlessness, nightmares, fear,
Slumber once peaceful, a grave mistake;
Butterflies of discord tear
Once beautiful memories, gone,
Replaced by tears, oak and concrete—
I wish I never knew you, dawn.
I think I know why I've been really depressed the past few days. Saturday marked 5 months since Jim was gone. I cried so hard last night. Why is this really tough? |
