Waking

Waking seems constant. But knowing how you will wake is a sigh of belief? Waking is an open window of lifeless breaths, and despair. It leaves you wishing to fall back to sleep, and to never wake in this black hole of a world. Knowing if you stay asleep you’ll find a warm hearted place. Where joyful emotions roam from heart to heart, mind to mind, person to person. Having every step you take, an angel there to hold you up. With all your trust in there hands, just knowing you won’t fall. Until then you realize you must wake to thick foggy air, eating you up inside. Leaving peaceful dreams, to stay dreams.