i can't sleep.
i am up for an heart to heart conversation.
but there is nobody around.
and so i am blogging about my loneliness again.
it is the nights, when the world is asleep,
that makes it harder to get by.
maybe that is why we sleep at night, not in the afternoons or mornings,
because it is the nights that are the most difficult to get by.
one by one, people retire into their other world,
leaving me here on the other side.
i get more afraid by the moment.
wishing that i could turn the hands of time.
tick tock, tick tock,
the clocks tick in this deadly silence.
seconds and mintues pass,
but everything is still and quiet.
i am up for an heart to heart conversation.
but there is nobody around.
and so i am blogging about my loneliness again.
it is the nights, when the world is asleep,
that makes it harder to get by.
maybe that is why we sleep at night, not in the afternoons or mornings,
because it is the nights that are the most difficult to get by.
one by one, people retire into their other world,
leaving me here on the other side.
i get more afraid by the moment.
wishing that i could turn the hands of time.
tick tock, tick tock,
the clocks tick in this deadly silence.
seconds and mintues pass,
but everything is still and quiet.