The ride back home was long. I didn’t say a word. I stared out the window, watching the trees like I was 12 again, curious to see nature’s wonders. We drove in silence, a heavy, unbearable silence. The roads were clear, the sky a pale blue, limitless, inviting. I wish I could ask her to take me away. I wish I could ask her to drive to Manhattan and leave me there. So what if I’d be alone, so what if I’d have to find my own way into the city. I wish I could…
Maybe it’s my pillow or my old, rusty bed that squeaks with my every turn. Or maybe I just have insomnia. I haven’t been able to sleep the past few nights. I turn and wake up in between meaningless dreams. My body is soar but I don’t fall asleep. Perhaps I’m still thinking. Thinking about him, you, me…
In my dreams I don’t see trees or the pale blue sky. My dreams are insignificant; I can’t even recall them. I wish my mind would shut off so I could just…sleep.
I am going to bed, hopefully to sleep, hopefully to dream. Please don’t disrupt me. Please don’t follow me. Please don’t make me think. Let me be a dreamer. I will be a writer when I wake up. I am watching the sparking moon and I’m wishing upon a star. If only I were 12 again.
Comments (1)
Hi Bluebird,
Bi salomati
Thanks for having added my comment to your site.
I am wondering whether I may use your banner in order to link your blog to my homepage(You might have had a look at it. I am sorry that our English is sometimes bad; we are still learning English at University.). I simply enjoy your poems and what you have been writing.I like your style.The blog reminds me, as your pictures bear resemblence to my my friends, of Munes, Anes,Anis, Younis, Alast... my Persian gang from HH ;-)
Chastam,
it is late here.
Cheers annabell
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Posted by anabell | September 8, 2006 5:35 PM
Posted on September 8, 2006 17:35