goodnight, goodnight.

sometimes, when i lay awake in bed, i’ll write, until the words, like a lullaby, push and pull against the melody of my memory to rock me so gently to sleep.

staining my closed eyes with thoughts of dreaming, it keeps its distance. for a little while. but it doesn’t take long – once the words stop crawling and the day stops spinning and my body releases my heart from its anxious pounding, from its relentless grip – rest becomes me.

time to dream. time to sleep. time to lose hours so freely. time like no other, no track or measure. just time, peace, perfect pace.

keep the nightmares away. catch my sweet thoughts, let them last into day.

pleasant dreams and sweet ones.


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