Refusing to sleep,
under blankets that smell like yesterday,
I dwell in uncertainties and floating in a comfortable nothingness.
Blinded by a truth that never comes and hurt by words that maybe are true.
What’s the road I’m heading to?
Am I sure to leave a safe harbour for a dream I’ve in mind?
Dreams that yesterday were real, today are lit like burning candles.
His smiling face returned from the realm. My trap. My regret.