I don't know how to sleep anymore. I watch the sky bright-eyed upon its freckled scene, as its light gazes back upon me and my spineless soul. There is a slight stroke-traumatic lift in my face and even in dreams, I become sleepless. Watchful at times, desperate to be consoled by anonymity if not condoned for self honesty, I shut my eyes tightly. But these walls breathe fondly of endearment within bounds. Bountiful of its kind security to keep me blanketed and safe. I wish to only know rest--just for tonight I'd make this exception.
On an unrelated note, fireworks are as high as gravity's pathetic allowance because even they fizzle out and die eventually. I am wondrous to such expeditions but my fears may as well be larger than me since I am, but a fool of my own kind.
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