Its a simple, sort of rudimentary form of logic that washes over me.
Our words have cursed us and our sixth sensory fields because we speak so much we forgot to feel.
Sometimes I wish I could sleep. Make planets stop revolving.
Asleep through days / Awake through dreams.
When the sun goes down, know that it brings a sunshine day half a world away; as far as you can get until you come around again.
I lose it just at the sight of you.
But I won't be afraid because when the sun comes up, I'm whole again.
I'd love to stay, but, I know this reality is not my own.