sleep talking

I'm awake.
The window is open and the wind dancing on my face reminds me of
cold floors
blanket heaps
late night coca-cola cans
and hands numb from shaking.
I'm awake.
Friday nights are spent running on a cold empty mind
as I peacefully set my soul free.
I tell myself I'm sick from highschool hallways
and friends tired of trying
but i'm still awake.
1, 2, forget the 3
My wounds are continuing to heal with a little classical music
and I'm dragging my feet in decisions.
and yes, I'm still awake
Open your eyes because tomorrow we are flying north for spring.
stay awake.
stay awake.
stay.