It’s nights like these when my brain and my body do not communicate well. One wishes to sleep in the comfort of my slightly itchy blanket, while the other is restless and wants to communicate with everyone I know.
I crave laughter.
I crave conversation.
I crave answers to questions that I didn’t even know I had.
Why are you asleep?
Where have your thoughts gone?
My alarms are set for my predawn wake-up.
The coyotes are silenced by the rain.
The wind is rushing through branches.
Without leaves, the trees don’t hold the song.
People chatter around me.
Thin walls become transmitters of their discussions.
Their energy annoys me.
I crave sleep.
I crave conversation.
I crave answers to questions I didn’t even know I had.
I crave you. (Who are you?) (Where are you?)
I crave me. (Who am I)
I crave stillness and noise combined.
I crave sleep.
Good night.
-M
Beautifully Broken 