:: Click ::
soundcheck : -
It is cold this morning, like it was the night before.
With much panic and uncertainty, I struggled to get to bed. As hard as it was, though, I managed to do it because I was comforted by Chris' words.
I loved holding on to your few texts - but then I probably missed one: to which I replied late. As I waited blindly for a reply, I was brought back to nights awake with a ceiling fan, in bunk.
As I let my mind drift off into sleep, I could never truly let go into slumber, as I knew that somehow, this girl would send me sweet nothings that would resound as digital Samsung clicks in the night.
And this night, these clicks are but the first of many sounds, sights and smells that will haunt me.
Though we still share the same, veiled love, why is it that I feel bereaved, and terribly alone this day?
He said, 15 minutes at a time, but as I fight myself awake now, I don't know how i am going to face the rest of this long day - let alone the week, month... and god knows, years.
Oh sleep, though you were a hard lover to embrace, I truly wish we would have held forever.
Alas, even you must leave me to the cold nuances of solitude.
_
spoken. at 6:07 AM
soundcheck : -
It is cold this morning, like it was the night before.
With much panic and uncertainty, I struggled to get to bed. As hard as it was, though, I managed to do it because I was comforted by Chris' words.
I loved holding on to your few texts - but then I probably missed one: to which I replied late. As I waited blindly for a reply, I was brought back to nights awake with a ceiling fan, in bunk.
As I let my mind drift off into sleep, I could never truly let go into slumber, as I knew that somehow, this girl would send me sweet nothings that would resound as digital Samsung clicks in the night.
And this night, these clicks are but the first of many sounds, sights and smells that will haunt me.
Though we still share the same, veiled love, why is it that I feel bereaved, and terribly alone this day?
He said, 15 minutes at a time, but as I fight myself awake now, I don't know how i am going to face the rest of this long day - let alone the week, month... and god knows, years.
Oh sleep, though you were a hard lover to embrace, I truly wish we would have held forever.
Alas, even you must leave me to the cold nuances of solitude.
_
spoken. at 6:07 AM
