lying awake in the middle of the night when the world is almost dead with the rain drops dripping one by one it feels as if the sky is raining my tears; fear, that’s what keeping me awake, as i close my eyes and try to slam it shut, it

sitting at home, everything is fine, as the days pass by one by one, some long, some slow; I talk to myself quiet and low, elegies of my heart and soul… a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark, my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate between