What sleeps?
~ What awakens?
~ What sleeps?
Not every day, but some days?
Not every morning, but some…
Where the world turns onto itself, caving to a will that doesn’t want to rest. It dreams of an impending phase that shakes the haze and asks for a silence unwanted in its daze.
In this labor grows a day ending before it starts. The sentence stops mid-way…
~ What awakens?
~ What sleeps?
The mind asks. The walk wanders. The solitude claims the song. And in the breath drawing within unwilling to let go, the dormant awakes while the sleeping walks.
The answer awaits… what awakens? what sleeps?
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
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