Saturday 4:00 AM
Sleep has evaded me till now. Days on end, weeks of consistent tossing and turning. Of course, it's cliché, but I cant sleep. I would say I can't breathe, but that would be a lie. I'm breathing fine thanks.
I always thought I was rational, I mean who loses sleep because someone is on their mind? What sane person would let sound mind suffer because they can't stop thinking about another? I know its cliché but I can't sleep.
I got stuck. That's what this is. It is no sweeping off my feet or run away with you kind of situation. I got stuck, that's what this is. My suppressed subconscious would disagree. It knows I smile when I hear syllables from your name. It knows my fingers trembles with each word I write. I am rational, I got stuck is what this is.
Now even though I ll deny every single word, here is my short line to you to tell you
Even though its cliché, I can't sleep but for you
The oddity in me finds conformity in you
The compliant me, stands apart for you
I'm rational so an inscription for myself
Don't be afraid, its only love.
