Why sleep?

Sleep is a waste of time when I’m with you.

Why sleep when I can talk to you about my dreams and fears in the dead of the night?

Why sleep when I can hold your hand, feel your heartbeat, and find comfort in your eyes?

Why sleep when I can feel your breath on my neck, the warmth of your embrace, and know the moment is just right?

Why sleep when you got me fucked up? Got my dopamine and oxytocin levels way up. Got me feeling like we can chase the sun, the moon, and the stars if we’d just stay up?

Guess all I’m trying to say is:

I’m sick and tired of trying to predict the whens and hows, because I’ll never know for sure. So instead of doing that, I’m gonna live in the moment and not be so insecure. 

Either way, I’m not tripping. But, until my time is up and the dreams go back to being better than reality; I’m not gonna waste time sleeping. 

So…I’m sorry. But you’re just gonna have to keep on losing sleep as we co-author the rest of our story (:

This some simpy shit, take it for what it is. Just thoughts in the moment for a moment.


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