Leave the room
💭Reflection

Pillow Talk

Nanda Regine

Sleep is that gentle sailing down a stream of nothingnessNo dreams need to butt inTo make thee a pleasant journeySleep is that breath of fresh airBody taking a timeout, mind going overtime howeverOvertimeThoughts are constantly knockingThen aggressively banging to gain my conscious affectionBut I'm tiredI'm worn out alreadyNot even a caress from my mindAcknowledging the restless beingsCan tamper their need to be...FeltHeardExperienced againExperienced again...I sigh the heaviness out of my lungsAnd open the doorI'm sleep deprived and their hungrySo, they cornered meI looked up at each memory,Each thought pressing me to...Inhale the emotions I chose to disguiseTo pick up the feelings I shoved under my shoe and...To live through it, entirely.Sleep is that heavy weight you feel on your backGravity grounding you when your mind won't let youWon't let you.

— Nanda Regine

From “Inside Her Roses”