It was well past midnight Still he would not sleep, pouring over his days; a page a minute Did he hold his hand upon his star before it burned out? Leaving no scar, and forgotten.
As the moon disappeared that illuminated the shadows of his night He would not go blind Without a fight, squinting in the darkness at the sun that was long left his part of the world,
Crashed and burned into the oceans.
Twist and turn time takes its toll Too tired to rise he Closes his eyes to see better: Squinted shut Black becomes blacker Until memory pools in Like the moonlight, with wisdom never quite enough. His doubts and fears come multiplied by years of
Unanswered questions and ponderings And he stares at the heavens, wondering If his dream would be fire or clouds Or not dream at all, engulfed by the shroud Of sleep.
i was lying wide awake at 1 40 also. i couldn't sleep. my mind kept racing around things... disappointments and confusions mostly.
they always say if your mind is racing while you're trying to fall asleep, pull out a pen and paper and write it all down. but i couldn't because there was just too much, so i just lay there and let my mind work it all out and eventually i fell asleep.
That's really interesting, I put something new on my facebook profile that you should read. I did it late last night (around 12:30). Even though it is a stupid facebook profile, it is a question I have been asking myself a lot lately (this does actually have something to do with your post, by the way :D)
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Nelson Ong
It was well past midnight
Still he would not sleep, pouring over
his days; a page
a minute
Did he hold his hand
upon his star
before it burned out?
Leaving no scar, and forgotten.
As the moon disappeared that illuminated
the shadows of his night
He would not go blind
Without a fight, squinting
in the darkness at the sun
that was long
left his part of the world,
Crashed and burned into the oceans.
Twist and turn time takes its toll
Too tired to rise he
Closes his eyes to see better:
Squinted shut
Black becomes blacker
Until memory pools in
Like the moonlight, with wisdom
never quite enough.
His doubts and fears come
multiplied by years of
Unanswered questions and ponderings
And he stares at the heavens, wondering
If his dream would be fire or clouds
Or not dream at all, engulfed by the shroud
Of sleep.
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they always say if your mind is racing while you're trying to fall asleep, pull out a pen and paper and write it all down. but i couldn't because there was just too much, so i just lay there and let my mind work it all out and eventually i fell asleep.
*hugs*
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But I slept really well. heh.
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quinze!
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