but we try. we try we try we try through these sleepless nights of burdened spirits laying on our chests I will not leave until you breathe and mean it. exhaust yourself to the point of huffs and puffs sleepless nights bring anguished souls through walkways of glitter pattered slaps across the face when you wake up tomorrow you have to fight. remember when you used to breathe mountains within seconds and danced across riverbeds the next, splashing lifelong centuries of passion filled bliss in the spaces between your toes and you’d clap your hands I’ve never felt more alive
and we try we try through these 4am stares at empty ceiling tops I never knew how to drown in mattresses but sometimes when we wake up we are still sleeping. and so at night they scream on our chests through our hearts and by day in our heads eyes fingertips, breathe once and us devils will leave.
tagged as: writing. prose. spilled ink. lit. rejects corner.