the curtain

wakingfromadreamlesssleepawarmprotective
comaonagreysunnychillywintermorning

no being sharing the sheets only a few pale sunbeams gleam through the cheap red striped curtain that reminds me of better days filled with white white white how can things be over that never really began last night when i went to rest i hoped the memories would have faded at sunset but it seems that they just sleep and sleep renews their blackness..and they are stronger every fucking single morning.
i have not changed i still think of you.

every bloody minute if only someone would come to rip this curtain off and lead me towards the white so i live my day charming but at dusk i run because i know when i get up the curtain will be there the curtain the curtain the first thing i see is the last thing i love.