My eyes refuse to stay open. as my lids begin to fall and my lashes rest gently upon one another, i drift into a deep slumber.
Hoping to never wake from the sweetest memories of a contemporary world i’ve built inside my mind to hide from realities demons and prey upon the angels too foolish to stay away.
This is where i am. Living in a tree, breathing within each spring blossom and every leafs flutter in the wind. as if to dance with the thought a leaving, being free, being one with the winds current and going wherever it would float me too.
With no cares or worries for the absent soul within this empty shell i call a body, to whom i lay to rest every night in my cotton coffin, laying my head to rest on cloud like cushions, with what feels like a web covering my body for warmth and comfort; I lay, Motionless while the world around me sleeps, dreams, wakes, and lives.
To be trapped in a dream with only you, would be a more satisfying climax to my life than a promised heaven with the gods. To venture a life with such a fortune as happiness, and being free from loneliness; could possibly save the heart dying in me with each living beat. Like a war drum sounding the march i follow my hearts ridiculous notions that any one willing to love me is willing to live for.
Still awake. and Dreaming. Still awake, and Dead.
I’m Still awake, only for the hope of seeing your face again. and having your hand in mine knowing that maybe even it’s for a short while I’m Alive, and have meaning.
Like stars we are only one, hoping to swim in a constellation where our togetherness builds an image to the blind eye and the wondering mind.
If I am a Lonesome Star… Will you be My Constellation?