3.35 am-

Tjedza's picture

aka dare to dream.

It begins
At the corners
I can feel the white
Become red
As the scarlet veins
Embrace my worn-out orbs.
Pensively, I sit soundless
In the dusky light,
Lids creeping down
As the sandman's stopovers
Become more frequent
But I cannot bring myself
To be the one
Who says stop
Instead
I feed the burn
With the sound
Of one hand typing