Day 2

let's call it: "Sleepless Saturday." Light after light shines through my eyelids. Turn it off, shut it out. But it only grows more as the numbers slither through my window. 6 7 8 Quiet house, roaring mind. Watch me tiptoe around the deep sighs and half-minded mumblings. Ignore the darkened shades that clutch blue-green irises. And the trembles that follow. One chord for one thought; a perfect exchange. Each guitar lick a syllable. Each note a word. Only a whispering moment. We collide. And again. I grew braver. You grew kinder. Until we stopped colliding at all.