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what a waste



Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger.
To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!


rida wrote:Pillow Thoughts
The lights dim into
Midnight
The sun slips down
Lost into the depthless ocean
Dreaming of mermaids and
A new beginning
The half-eaten moon
Climbs over the sky
Hanging itself
In misery
Tiny, unnoticeable pinpricks of light
Hidden by invisible clouds
Shine solemnly
As if they would rather burn out of existence
Than watch wide-eyed children
Dreaming
Hoping.
The stars are almost finite
The moon is almost dead
The blue hued sky darkens
Wetting our hearts
With hopelessness
But as my head
Plops into a thin pillow
And my hairs
Suffocate the pillow
Like little streaks of black....
A little gear whirs
A little key rotates into place
A tiny, audible mental click
And inside me...
Hundred bubbles burst,
A hundred stars alight
A hundred moons cartwheeling across the inky black me
A hundred trains of thoughts
Whirring and puffing past each other
Throwing crates of old memories
Forgotten to-do notes
Flying past my eyes
Memories replayed in my mind
Audio cassettes of my childhood
Little feelings to accompany,
Reeling in and out
A hundred oil lamps are lit
On tables of forgotten love letters
That still crack my heart
Every time they fly past my mind
Small pixies of yellowed mischief
Giggling and racing on forest meadows
Of my imagination
Each thought flies into my mind
And unfinished, it’s replaced by another
Each bizarre pattern
In my own wonderland of pillow thoughts
My head buzzes loudly
Overflowing with thoughts
Unfinished, scattered
My heart weighs down
Under all the weight
Overlapped chatter
Of million thoughts
Stretching into the lines of infinity
My head is buzzing
My ears are humming
My mind occupied by thoughts
Until....
‘DING DONG’
It’s 2 am.
And as those million thoughts are swiped
And cleaned away
By sleep
Another gear clicks into place
Another memory is placed
Ready to be replayed
Tomorrow night