I lie in bed and watch the grey shadows on my wall,
spilling in my window.
Tracing my hand across them. The darkness of my fingers,
I am still here.
I cannot sleep sleep sleep.
(Remember now. Repetition for emphasis)
Nothing like 2am and
nothing to do.
Nothing like it.
Everything is different
shades of greys and blacks.
I shouldn’t sleep on my back.
The word ‘song’ sour on my tongue:
too much, too soon. Too real.
I lie and listen to the nothing happening around this creature that is me.
The tears come but still
I feel
nothing.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
cheers to a new year benji 🙂
Indeed.
i think you are my new favourite blogger.
Oh, Cheers.
That means a lot.
happy new year!!!
I lie and listen to the nothing happening around this creature that is me.
The tears come but still
I feel
nothing.
very powerful capture of nothingness
The nothing-ness is overwhelming,
let the darkness take hold.
An empty room is an empty heart,
and it is even worse when it is filled with shadows.
Especailly the shadows of all those little things we care(d) about,
but have no substance to cherish.
woe is me is a dark, night room.
very well written, my friend… i hope my addition/response doesn’t misinterpret it.
Of course not. Very much appreciated.
And thank you to you too Qazse.
Not bad. Thanks for commenting on my blog!
Happy New Year! And may you not spend the rest of this year alone, but with someone you care about.
🙂
Thank you Naoko.
Happy New Year to you too.
And maybe, I think, I may not be alone again for a while.
This is really cool… Are you paying attention to my new entity Good joke 🙂 What did the Scotsman do when he couldn’t find a pair of pants? He kilt himself.
thx,
Lol.,
Just a guy trying to make the world a better place.,
your work is amazing.,
Stoppin through to show luv! ,