words are good. farewells are better.

Reflections translate into stale moments
Of times past, and already it’s midnight
And I can sleep for days while the moon is a full.
The caution of the raindrops outside the window
Are silent. Can you make this looming air of
Negligence...nothing but a memory?
It is a habit. And I am tired. I need only ten minutes
Of rest eye. These thoughts are mere coincidence.
Do you believe? Sometimes sleep doesn’t lie. And these pieces do not fit,
And I cannot think about it. The rain keeps falling outside my window.
And I can sleep for days.