☽ Insomnia
A story ~ Insomnia
On some nights, I used to draw my gaze on a blank wall, and wonder if you were thinking about me.
Without any more glances in my direction, and without a single conversation made for me, I slowly fell into an eternal dream in the hours past sunset. You became a transient ghost that danced in my memories with the scent of black magic roses. I would curl up in my bed sheets, my arms caressing the base of my pillow, wishing that every empty crevasse I touched in the sultry, forbidden darkness was filled with you.
Eventually, during these visions, notwithstanding the first moment you called me a friend, I began to wince at subsequent attempts my body took to fall asleep. I did my best to keep you in my mind's eye as long as I could. But, I could never win. As the scent of you trailed off into each night's indigo sighs, I was lured deeper into a paralyzing coma.
"Is it real, or a dream? Would you care how I feel?"
Numbed by the sight of blank shadows painted on blank walls night after night, I realized that you didn't care. Where I wanted to stroll, and what highway we were cruising on were heading to opposite poles. I still wonder if you’d even considered the idea of taking the path that for you, I patiently waited on.
Didn't you see any sign that could leave even the slightest thought of taking a detour?
I guess not.
If the miles between us were not ticking up before, they are now. Like the grains of sand in an hourglass releasing themselves into the eternal pull of gravity, my feelings for you are slipping finger by finger from my conscious grasp. Those hours filled with ounces of your sparkling irises and cool, charming smiles fade away sleepless night after night.
Nowadays, I listen to motorcycles howling miles away from my window at about a quarter past 2am. It almost feels like they are calling for me to speed off into the cosmopolitan alleyways I've marvelled upon in 80s Japanese anime.
Would you ever want a motorcycle so you could zip away into the night like a rocket?
Perhaps not…
Though, this hopelessly romantic aspiration appears closer to reality now since, I'll never know what your answer to this question would be.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
While listening to this song:
You could look at.....the 2am navy blue shadows draw upon the walls of your empty house.
You could be with.....the 'you' that cannot sleep a wink. The person with a tired gaze, but a lively mind.
You could do something.....that makes you want to dance like a disco ghost grooving through the night.
You could eat or drink.....your most favourite decadent, midnight snack.
You could remember that.....it's best if you don't wake anyone up right now. Also, beautiful things must end sometimes. But, it's not because of you they end. It's because they never were meant to be for you. However that means something better that is meant for you, will walk your path eventually. Don't worry, there are too many beautiful things in the world that it will happen eventually.
♫ Artist: Yukika
[Secret Story of a Song]
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