Sleep

I either lose sleep
for you
or
because of you.

- Kayla Hollatz, "Slumber"

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Wants

I just want to be done with this semester, but I don't want my time here to end. I just want to know what you're thinking, but I don't want to tell you my thoughts. I just want you to forget about me, but I equally want to be remembered. I just want to be stubbornly strong, but I'm a lot weaker than I care to admit. I just want to go somewhere and think, but here there's nowhere to be alone. I just want to laugh it off, but it's much more annoying than humorous. I just want to cry a little, but tears never did any good. I just want to ignore you so that you can get a taste of your own medicine, but I always cave. I just want to be able to sleep, but something is keeping me up.

Feelings

A sudden, overwhelming sense of suffocation.
I think I'll just go to bed and read until I regain control, or until I fall asleep.

Feelings are fickle things.

find me

I'll see you in my sleep, darling,
I'll see you in my dreams
where we will run and dance and sing and simply
be

I'll see you in my sleep, darling,
I'll see you in my dreams
the only place I know you will always find
me