You can’t sleep.
Because something is calling out to you.
A subtle nudge.
A curious pull.
You turn the pages back and forth.
Looking, reading, searching, wondering...
What did you missed?
Is this what they call it
Grieving an unknown death
Or checking The Coffin to find the body
Did you return here to examine the void
To find a hint and leave some ink
Make it known that you left your shoes by the door
Turning the knob you enter feeling the cold quiet heaviness sinking in
Like an old embrace and a solemn kiss
Maybe comfort is sought in darkness
When darkness was exposed to the world
You know it too well
It’s all coming back.
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