Bold in Heart Options

[wishforhelsinki]

My hair was a mess, like my face. I slept for only an hour that expanded in eights. I'd forgotten to wipe the eyeliner from my lids, which were now down to bags. I wondered how I found the time to think in between dreams. But in larger view, I had, and I wished all the while, I hadn't. I missed the feeling of warmth at the opening of my eyes, and wondered where he could be at that moment, to leave me so cold. Sometimes, I'm in love, and I'm sure of it. I picture a globe in the hand of someone bigger than me. And I like to we think have the same color, him and I, him who I love. And that the person holding our whole world to his eyes could spot us by our color. And other twos' by theirs. But then coherence interferes with the whole forming web. And I can't think of enough colors for the whole world. I just wished that I held that globe, or at the most, bounty would come upon and blow a map onto my lap. I want to find him when he goes away. So that I never feel lost. But I sit there in the present morning. No longer in thoughts. With a face a mess, like my hair. Scraping black crusts away from the corners of my eyes. Only dreaming of sleeping again.

[LoveToMySilas]

Wow, that was beautiful. I could really relate to it. I'm looking forward to more of your works.