3-4 Nights Comments

3-4 nights...3-4 nights, sodden pillow after pillow, the pain of a soul bruised oozing all through towers of cotton, hitting base at syncopated rhythms of a heart torn..
Why is it that you hold a huge piece of me so strongly? What is it about you that makes my heart surrender so easily to your ways without listening to me first? Me! Its owner! The being of its existence.

3-4 nights, bleak nights... Soul searching for a comfort where the heart is filled with nothing but the awfully painted illusion of cocoon hatching vibrations at the pits of our guts letting out pretty little butterflies, rainbow puffing unicorns & fairies dancing around to the sound of someone's voice. A search seeming so futile when the painter of my canvas, the holder of the voice ringing in my ears is so far away..
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