sleep.
I couldn't sleep.
the silence was so beautiful.
as beautiful as the moon risen over the frozen lake
with the fire inside and the scent of his body.
cinnamon spice coated me. I drift and
wake.

keep dreaming real lies.
where the sun is already strung up
making more musky air. It is cold inside
nothing to hold me, wrap me up in.
bring me back.

only the reflections off the lake can remind me
you're always there.
Sitting beside me in the darkest of the night
smiling
then crying
get the f*** up.

The lake is now a crater and in this desolate wasteland,
I cant see straight.
The chipped rocks now shattered boulders...
sweet dreams aren't made of this.

Just need some soil so sunflowers and
buttercups can grow again. but this place can be
nothing without the lake. the lake reflecting you.
wake.