January 5, 2012

sleep for a year or two. or two thousand.

i felt like that at one point.
i just wanted to sleep as long as possible,
until the whole nightmare was over.
but i wasnt allowed to, so i plowed on.

its been more than 3 years now.
most days i cannot even remember why
i was so sad and depressed back then.
it gets better with time.
maybe so slowly that youd
rather rip your heart out than wait.
maybe with so much time that you
would do anything to make the seconds
feel like seconds instead of years.
but it does get better.

im proof.

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful. Thank you for your proof. I am waiting slowly, surely. More counting time by the lines around my eyes. You, are wonderful.