prayer of an insomniac
i used to hear your voice. now it's shrouded in darkness i'm in a cocoon desperately tearing at the webbing what are you saying? why am i awake inside this black tomb? why can't i sleep? what are you whispering? clean out my ears rid of my fears this paranoia weaving layers about me help me break out of my ignorance to fly into the light of day on butterfly wings.
posted by kanadians in korea @ 12:23 AM
1 Comments:
em, as always i am touched. and this human touch is in the frustration just as much as in the fun! my mom's been an insomniac for years and only after working nights did i begin to realize just how draining it is to not sleep, how lack of sleep is voracious and eats life up. it's scary. love you girl. prayers. sarah
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