just a writing

for the past couple months

dreams have been all that ive been after

but everynight

i lie in bed

i turn to my right

i turn to my right

i turn to my right

i turn to my right

and im right back to where i started to try and fall, and dream

of a scene, where it would be just us

cos all ive got for awhile are memories.

lets try and mix things up tonight

i turn to my left and i close my eyes, gently i lay, but as i lay i realize, im lookin up at bowed springs, above, deep sighs..

i turn to my left

i turn to my left

i turn to my left and i rise

not to the hall cos my mouth is so dry

and not to the shower cos my my skin is dry too

but up and out where i cant even speak, or move, or breathe, and thats all right with me, cos at least ill get some sleep..