sleeping beauty.

I'm in a state of

unconsciousness

maybe you know what I'm talking about

I am writing the words...

-it's still me who's writing-

... down on this page for you

you should...

I want you to read this, but

I don't feel me

if I'd have to describe my being,

my thoughts,

my mood, m...

describe me, cause

I am falling out of words

I'm trying to wake up that part of me,

I'm trying to escape from this cage in me,

but

I'm empty,

nothing there

desert

silence

a night sky

without a single star

everything seems to be artificial

food, humans, laugher, me

everything seems to be different

like living in my home as a stranger,

unknown,

disoriented,

without a destination

and

I just feel incomplete, closed, turned off

I'm still breathing actually,

time's still moving,

but something is missing,

something like the blood for my heart to circulate,

something like a movement behind all of this rushing things around me,

something like you

I'm in a state of

unconsciousness

and I can't tell who I am

at the moment

I can't tell who I was

or what matters to me

I don't even matter to myself

so tell me

as you walked into my room

and

placed yourself next to me...

tell me

how do you filled all of the holes my body is made of?

how do you cure the sickness in my thoughts

and

how in hell

did you make the screaming stop?

whatever it is

I need it

whatever it is

as you sat next to me and

cupped my face,

I swear,

there wasn't a single soul on earth

feeling as rushed,

as fulfilled,

as awake

as me

however,

I want you to read this

however,

I want you to continue

call me selfish,

but

please don't ever stop

to wake me up