The moon always comes again.

Yet I have run out of feelings to feel.

These days I only wake to sad vibes.

Trying to live when those dreams bring more comfort.

Like a delayed hug from the past.

Yet, I’m tired of dreaming.

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I just want to live.

Not holding on until yet another dream.

Feel something real that is not another echo of myself.

Isolated in the comfort of what might be.

Do not let dreams be all that is left.

For I have lost too much by now to fall asleep again.