Release.

It was you who set my world on fire.

What did you do that rocked my world?

What sent me head over heels and

almost brought me to my knees?

Why did I dwell on you so long?

What took me so long to let go?

So long, So lonesome.

Release.

Its not easy letting go. It doesnt take one entry to do it. I have to be mature and wallow in the melancholy that is this disappointment.

It gets harder and harder to fall asleep at night. Dancing sugar plum faeries and jumping sheep tend neither to my weary head or slow approaching REM cyle. My shaky hands and heavy heart only add to my discomfort. I miss the days when sleep was coveted and dreams werent far off places for the weak to play and revel in moments that would soon be forgotten. I want to close me eyes and fall into a bed of marshmellows and live in a world with a psychedelic sky accompanied by electric green grass and a meadow of the brightest blue, red, yellow and orange flowers that I can dance in. Explosion in the sky and broken social scence playing in the background, act as my soundtrack, my lullaby.Good night.