Why won't you come? The blurry itchy eyes, yawns from the troubles of a long day. Why won't you come sleep so that I can rest my conscious mind?
Tbe thing that comes so easy for so many is something that I cannot get a hang of. Maybe it's because my mind is constantly racing, maybe it's because I'm scared of the beyond. Maybe it's because even when awake I lose time! Such a simple task for them, but not so soothing for me. When sleep does comes then comes the terrible dreams that are not quite dreams.
Why won't you come to me? The rested body, the comfort zone and the steady breathing. Why won't you come to me sleep that seems to deem me so unworthy?
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