intrigueI wonder who you think about when you’re trying to sleep. I wonder if your mind ever tiptoes into unfamiliar areas, I wonder if you ever wonder. I wonder how you lay, I wonder if you squirm under your covers. I wonder how many times you open your eyes and blink at the darkness. I wonder if you ever want to leave. I wonder if you ever have an existential crisis two minutes away from the land of nod and then you forget about your impending doom altogether in the morning. I wonder if you ever get up in the middle of the night to do something impulsive. I wonder if you ever get scared of the startling blackness of your closet across the room and I wonder if you’ve ever hidden your head underneath your comforter. I wonder how many times you’ve cried into your pillow at three in the morning. I wonder what regrets creep into your nightmares and what wishes appear in your dreams.I wonder if we’ve ever open our eyes at the same time in these two completely different pla
the ache that refused to dullmy brain refuses to believe mewhen i try to convince it thatthe comforting embrace of yourhazel gaze overpowers thestaggering hurt that you leftsettling like dust in my rib cage.