During the last couple of years I’d often find myself unable to sleep. Laying in bed, eyes open, staring at the window and the street lights coming through, or lost in the shapes I’d find in the ceiling. Sometimes reading, sometimes writing, sometimes spending hours in front of the phone screen. Do you sometimes find yourself lost in questions about what will tomorrow bring? About what could have been and what it actually was? About lost time and all the moments that led to this present of emptiness? If you do then that makes two of us…
What if tomorrow I just don’t open my eyes?
If I decide to lay in bed and feel
my hours slowly passing by
What if I never leave this room again?
and as the wolf blows unmercy
the walls shake in pain
What if I forget how to write my name?
if my whole life becomes a minute
that just fades away
Will You understand my native tongue?
Will You know if it’s right or wrong for me to leave or stay?
Will You know that I’m still here
with my eyes closed slowly falling asleep?