Friday, April 2, 2010

Changes...

I lie awake in bed each night
the silence has turned into sounds of trash trucks and dumpsters
the soft buzz of central air
has turned into sirens and screaming in the street
the cozy pillow top
has turned into a ratty futon cushion on the hard floor
the warmth of someone next to me
has turned into nothingness
the good morning sunshine
has turned into a blazing sun in my eyes
the only thing that stays the same is
my insomnia.

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