sharing

there comes a time
when sleep becomes irrelevant
that time when you are
laying beside your bed
feeling the embrace of the cool carpet
and debating
which is beating faster:
your thoughts
or
your heart

suddenly your tear-streaked swollen face
becomes the best (worst?)
part of your week (month?)
emotional residue lingers on your clothes
as you cry for the vibrantly clear
and the distant leftovers of a prior life

you just cry.

a little while later
you pull yourself off the floor
and you feel lighter.





so,

what did you do last night?