I press my ear to the sound of your breathing and
Turn the direction of my eyes to the shadow of your
Chest, which is rising and falling in the darkness
That comes after midnight.
We share a bed, and as you sleep, I keep watch over
Nothing except perhaps my thoughts. My mind turns and
Spins and does other cliché things that minds do at
This ridiculous hour for mental activity, for open
Eyes and tired flesh.
I cannot deny that there are worse things than thinking,
Even thinking so much, so late, and so often, but
Goddammit, I am tired, and you are tired too. Yet you
Won the night and were strong enough to sleep despite the
Questions left unaswered. You were weak enough to give in
To the rest your body demanded. And I in my sleep-deprived
State see this as
Deep.
Words and thoughts that mean something other than that my
Mind cannot stop being so cliché, so relentless, and won't
Stop stupidly coming up with more and more garbage to spew
Forth to keep me from drowning silently in the softness of
My pillow.
Written by [
Nioniel]
