Sunday, November 21, 2010

Waking and Sleeping

Ice crystals form like webs, binding.
Twisting in the sheets, seeking warmth.
I'm lost somewhere in the in-between of

waking and sleeping.

Light rays peek in through dirty glass
But they smile at me to no avail.
Fall to winter is the season of

waking and sleeping.

My heart craves laughter's echo
But the cocoon of comfort is deafening.
Never will I tired of

waking and sleeping.

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