Dear Bubba,
I have not been sleeping too well, lately.
There is this cloud of moist that seems to engulf me, constantly, and even if I dare to breath, I am left gasping for more. I imagine a cloud of dark, black, inky threads, creeping surreptitiously along the corners...Could it be a manifestation of the jumbled web of thoughts; a state of my mind, perhaps?
What do you do, when you realize what you want? Where you'd like to be? Where you don't want to be. The idea is so clear in your head; and you even know what you need to do to get there. ONLY, you don't have the means to get it.
I could perhaps dwell over it more, but then I instantly recall that feeling of pure and raw pain that follows immediately after knowing what you could have and seeing it becoming someone else's. My mind recoils.
I cannot bring myself to admit it... but in my heart, I know I feel, defeated, Bubba...
I found myself crying one night... you would comfort me, if you were here. But you aren't.
I want to hope that there is another dream that I could chase, but until I fight to get that strength; I am living with a shadow of myself.
Will you please come and wake me up?
-A
I have not been sleeping too well, lately.
There is this cloud of moist that seems to engulf me, constantly, and even if I dare to breath, I am left gasping for more. I imagine a cloud of dark, black, inky threads, creeping surreptitiously along the corners...Could it be a manifestation of the jumbled web of thoughts; a state of my mind, perhaps?
What do you do, when you realize what you want? Where you'd like to be? Where you don't want to be. The idea is so clear in your head; and you even know what you need to do to get there. ONLY, you don't have the means to get it.
I could perhaps dwell over it more, but then I instantly recall that feeling of pure and raw pain that follows immediately after knowing what you could have and seeing it becoming someone else's. My mind recoils.
I cannot bring myself to admit it... but in my heart, I know I feel, defeated, Bubba...
I found myself crying one night... you would comfort me, if you were here. But you aren't.
I want to hope that there is another dream that I could chase, but until I fight to get that strength; I am living with a shadow of myself.
Will you please come and wake me up?
-A
