Where are you when your eyes are closed deep in slumber? You don’t understand how peaceful you look. You look so angelic but, your mind is so distraught.

It’s 2:03am. Have you ever just stood outside and listened to the air and how still the world sounds? Here lays the most beautiful soul, so flawed and so much stories left untold. When your face twitches in your sleep, what are you dreaming of? Is it the life you want or the life you had? Do you even see me?

It’s 3:26am. Your eyes open and they’re so glossy as if your mind isn’t present. Where are you when I can see the clouds of midnight drifting across your eyes? Your body is beside me but, where is your soul? That beautiful soul and your undying wit. I’m starting to think you and your pillow sleep together more than us. Your dreams take you to places that I cannot.  Where do you go?

You remind me of that first sip of coffee after a long restless night. You’ve got bags under your eyes honey, where are you off to? As the caffeine starts to hit your veins, the bags unpack. I guess you’re here to stay.

Your aura, once purple, is beginning to fade. You used to be so vibrant but, life happens. If you don’t feel any pain or joy, you’re not living.

 

Shit happens.