The Unawakened

There is so much peace between the ones whom never wake, the smell of the rotting flowers next to a cold and dusty wall.

Yet they get to embrace the stillness of the night, rest the stone upon a beautiful galaxy of stars. With no worries or distress, the only unpleasantness is the beating hearts whom rest their weary hearts and hollow tears upon the cold stone under their feet.

What comfort would you have for a lonesome traveller, one who seeks what they cannot have and wishes for things not to be had...

I too stare up at the stars and wonder why I cannot find peace. As the wind chimes songs of velvet between these empty walls... I find some comfort and wish it could be my last. I wish for a peace I will never find and a love which will grasp at every ounce of my darkness and eat it whole like a cancer bleeding me dry.

As I look up and see the stars I wish to be part of your loneliness at heart. For I too long for tears of remorse and longing, for my heart wants rest underneath your blanket of beauty....

But I am still awake and until such time I will wonder within your unawakend silence.