Sometimes you just don't want to shut your eyes and let the world fall away before you've had a chance to make sense of it all. When lover's words fall short without a listening ear. When the moon is full and staring through your window. Your body just won't let you fall into the cushions of your bed, sinking always deeper into that land of sleep, of dreams, of forgetting, of losing reality.
I can't even begin to explain how useless it all feels. The structured minutes allow me to forget that I exist for only so long. I'd love for you to come and sit by me sucking the juices of the minutes we share, to really taste their essence. Before you really spend time with me your hugs feel empty, as if we've never really touched. And suddenly I feel like I don't even know you if our hands don't even feel each other's warmth, or know the feeling of being together and being united.
Down hallways dark and dank I wandered searching for a better meaning looking for more fulfilled contact; all i found was a smokey room where lazy eyes lay, darting. The wet sound of leather echoed through the room as I sat down and waited. Here, I thought, I would catch something truly great. Here I would see that it was all worth it. But soon enough I learned the ways of those with lazy eyes, I became the owner of those very eyes and I knew I had to escape.