The hollow silence of the room.
The contrasting music vibes in each of the pairs.
The heavy eyelids defying sleep, watching the presence but missing contact.
Heads half turned, in the dilemma of the remaining movement.
Some thorns piercing through as bad memories stopping the gulf to bridge itself.
I have my hand in between the thorns and you.
im awake watching u kill ur slumber.
The brightness strains the eye and the strain calms your heart.
Your medication is just by your side writing down this piece of don’t know what.
Im just here…Always..

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