Dear sleep
A long time ago that I can’t feel you the way I like, I just can perceive the sweet touch of your hand when you are taking me to that land where Morpheus with his white, long wings surround me, just in that specific moment the horrible sound of a noisy monster that enjoys my misery wakes me up. I merely open my eyes, my head stuck and dizzy repose in the pillow like a dead body that is trying to get alive again. A cascade of blur thoughts arrive to my mind and a hard pain sunk my consciousness when I realized that I must let you there, in my bed, alone, I feel like if you are begging me to stay, I almost feel your arms, sometimes I think is my sheets who embrace me But I know is you. During the day my job takes me away from you, but you are always there, throbbing, waiting the right moment to remember me that I have to return to you. So there you are, after lunch, during my way home in the bus, in the moment when I have listen to some teachers that don’t cough my attention, even in this moment when I’m writing to you this letter in the middle of the night when I should be with you falling again in those winds that I miss so much.
This is very nice. When I read it i thought about a love declaration. the way in which author describes sample a deep desire for the sleep
ReplyDeleteWow, so poetic your text!
ReplyDeleteMaybe some grammatical correction I would suggest you:
the horrible sound of a noisy monster that enjoys my misery wakes me up.
But that´s all, I´m pretty sure that you just forgot it