The gross silence silhouetted at every wall of this room, only broken by a random cricket’s crackle. The moth of loneliness slowly crawled over my heart and filled the room. Every wall. Every corner. Dreams tiptoed from my eyes, stumbled at the cadaver of night, fluttered their wings and flew out from the window of reality; to a place where everything was possible and nothing was unreal.
But, despite the pleas, sleep wouldn’t come, and I would find myself struggling, torn between insomnia and sleep deprivation, I would be breathing silence, crying silence, living silence and not-sleeping silence. My lips would glue together and night would trickle away, minute by
minute, second by second. The stars would suddenly stop glowing, the winds would stop blowing, the haunting screaming beseeching memories and darkness would prevail, more eerie, more dark, more life-like – sad and drenched.
The loneliness would kneel in the middle of my room and would sob away to eternity.
The dreams on their way back to eyes would stun themselves against the window pane. And their corpses would litter the floor.
cob-webs of me-mo-ries
Twists and Turns!