Monday, September 6, 2010

4am

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It is 4am, and I just cannot sleep. My mind is heavy, but i can't quite suss out the problem. I feel like I am missing something, something that belongs to me... but if you'd ask me to be more specific, I am quite sure I couldn't. I am lost somehow, and my heart is hurting. Every bone in my body aches, my head is pounding, my joints are on fire. I feel confused, I feel...sober. ...I feel.  I have this incredible desire to phone a friend, and obtain a verbal hug. I need a real hug. I need someone to hold me and tell me everything is alright. I long for someone to stroke the hair from cheek, as I lay on my side, in silence. I want someone to rub my back, or twist my hair around their index finger as I drift off to sleep. I want to smile in strong, soothing arms...but is 4am and all the world is sleeping, as I should be. But this damned old lifeless heart is hurting, and these brittle bones are aching.

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