Stream of thought

flickering images
dance in

slow motion
you strike again.


Sleepless Night

Didn’t get much sleep over the past couple of nights. Good thing about being awake is that I can think of words and little bits of writing to share:

Awake again, not sure why.
Your voice won’t leave.
The echoes haunting me.
The past reels out in my mind.
Unable to let go.
Thinking about you, after all these years.
Wish you would leave.
Please leave me be.
But in the night, you creep in.
Unwelcome in my thoughts,
An intruder in my home.
Day light comes and you are gone.
Life goes on.
It always goes on.