Night. |
I'm sitting up now. I just can't sleep tonight. My body can't find it's place. It's the fourth night this week. I find myself going to bed around 4:30a.m. and then i wake up feeling even worse. Perhaps i should let my hair go out of the messy bun it's in. I just lay or sit up awake in my bedroom in complete dark. My hair smells like some kind of intoxicating garden of flowers. It's still a little damp. I touch my neck and I think about my necklace. I cry a little. There's a part of me finally there. I remember holding it between my fingers one last time that day then clutching it tight inside of my hand. Then i thought: 'Maybe someday it'll come back to me the way it's supposed to...with your hands guiding it back to my neck' |
posted on 2012-01-20 @ 3:52 a.m. |
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