the faintest light
i used to want
what i didn’t need,
now i need
what is out of reach.
my bed seems hollow,
indented by the crushing weight
of the past,
filled by the emptiness
of the future,
fixed in this moment,
trembling.
somewhere the line blurs
between ecstacy
and insanity,
waiting for the faintest light,
listening for night whispers
that seldom come
uninvited.
