Midnight Thoughts
I'm not sure who I am these days except a bundle of questions and dreams. I'm closer to thirty than twenty, which in many eyes is still young, and yet I feel like I've lived lifetime after lifetime, and still, not lived quite enough. I'm tired. The kind of tired that sits so heavy in your bones it keeps you from falling asleep. Does everyone feel this way? Sticky with sweetness? Sick with hope? Muddied, unfinished, closer than ever before to death?
Comments (6)
The simple joys. Ahhhh! Great focus!
Awww, that yearning. I loved your poem! Hope you're doing well. You've been missing for quite some time
Wistfully painful yet treasured & good.
Beautiful, touching poem. The stuff in those cups isn't coffee, but... 😉
simple and sweet
Aw, Joelle. This is all kinds of romantic and plus cawfee. Well done on a fine fine poem!