poems.

sleeping beauty.

I'm in a state of

unconsciousness

maybe you know what I'm talking about

I am writing the words...
-it's still me who's writing-
... down on this page for you

you should...
I want you to read this, but
I don't feel me
if I'd have to describe my being,
my thoughts,
my mood, m...
describe me, cause
I am falling out of words

I'm trying to wake up that part of me,
I'm trying to escape from this cage in me,
but
I'm empty,
nothing there

desert
silence
a night sky
without a single star
everything seems to be artificial
food, humans, laugher, me
everything seems to be different
like living in my home as a stranger,
unknown,
disoriented,
without a destination
and
I just feel incomplete, closed, turned off

I'm still breathing actually,
time's still moving,
but something is missing,
something like the blood for my heart to circulate,
something like a movement behind all of this rushing things around me,
something like you

I'm in a state of

unconsciousness

and I can't tell who I am
at the moment
I can't tell who I was
or what matters to me
I don't even matter to myself

so tell me
as you walked into my room
and
placed yourself next to me...
tell me
how do you filled all of the holes my body is made of?
how do you cure the sickness in my thoughts
and
how in hell
did you make the screaming stop?

whatever it is
I need it

whatever it is
as you sat next to me and
cupped my face,
I swear,
there wasn't a single soul on earth
feeling as rushed,
as fulfilled,
as awake

as me

however,
I want you to read this
however,
I want you to continue

call me selfish,
but
please don't ever stop
to wake me up