where do we begin?
silence sinks beneath my bedsheets
wrapping me in a wordy warmth
while the light on the wall dances
with my shadow.
it's late
but my thoughts feel like fragments/
lost, unfinished-
stalling;
(detatched and numb).
curl up to me like loyalty in solitude
and together we'll fall hard
into a dreamless sleep
until morning.

silence breathes like a sleepless dream.