My Knight was asleep, I knocked at this mind, but the labor of daylight, rests his body and sooths his mind into REM. K in bated breath, battled her mind and shot two arrows with a comfort that they would reach and be felt when the time was right.
~ Sleep wont arrive anywhere close to me. A little breeze slips through the curtains and feeds it secretly. I lay awake, silent, starving for warmth and slumber. And you, my dear, lie in peace, dreaming quaint dreams in borrowed cold air. While I shiver in woolen socks. Tis is not fair.
~ The hours are passing slower than the minutes I spend with you. I look out of my window, into a lonely street, now at peace, in remains of cracker wrappers for bed cover. In some waters nearby; the elephant headed, pot bellied god with his rat are gratefully dissolving. Here, I stand, filled with thoughts to my gray brim, yet parched. The WorldWideWeb offers many strangers with familiar faces, alas none that I can share my insomnia with. Their clamor resonates a loud song of daylight. And I have a wooden cuckoo for company, she peeks out at intervals, reminding me that I too exist. Time travels unfairly putting parts of the world to sleep and the rest wide awake.
