The simplest of embraces could bring the world to your feet. Whether deserved or stolen, is the unanswered question. I can't bring myself to put down this pen and bottle my mind of trillions of thoughts, that cannot manage their way out of my hand and onto this paper quick enough. I feel like it is a crime of containment. Eyes heavy. Body numb. It's time. Time to lay my head on the clouds that hold my mind together, while I internally fall apart.
Not again! Why does sleep ever have to come? Who would be so cruel as to create a necessity that holds you at your most voulnerable state? Who would think to let the mind wonder to find trouble through opened doors? Like small children abducted into candy filled vans, only to find no candy had ever been there.
Well here I go again. Off to another night of empty vans...
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