โ€œI Need toย Sleepโ€

I need to sleep.

Iโ€™d rather fall into a deep, deep slumber than fall into the deep hole of my depth.

And Iโ€™d rather have false nightmares than have to think of the real secrets that to me will always be kept.

I need to sleep.

I want to dream of the reel world of mine where the real world is an outcast.

And I prefer pretending to live in my utopic envision than to behold nothing to last.

I need to sleep.

And even if itโ€™s beyond the truth, at least Iโ€™ll dream of lying beside you.

I will ecstatically snuggle into your arms to feel safe, like everything is true.

I need to sleep.

I need to sleep, hence to believe that I have you embracing me tight like the keeper you are when I wake up in the morning.

And even if itโ€™s sunny, the first things I would love to see are your pair of stars twinkling and the shadow of smile from your lips, twitching.

I need to sleep.

I want to dream that those premature ventricular contractions are caused by your limitless love and sweetness.

Like, the skips of my heartbeats are never from the memories of these red and blue on my skin, and the hole of my heartโ€™s emptiness.

I need to sleep.

To bring back the memories of when I to you, and you to me were all ever wanted.

Those moments with you that are kept to me, when nothing yet was taken for granted.

I need to sleep.

I will sleep, thus to dream of running bare feet across the never ending journey between you and me until I get rid of our torturous distance.

And so, to escape the pain of not having your affection any further than I used to, and I must had been having if not by this circumstance.

I need to sleep.