‎"Appreciation is a dying art."

It's 6:11am,

Still not asleep.

I need a reason to sleep.

I need to know that everything will be alright.

Smelling the grassy raindrops,

Falling from my window silk.

Slipping onto the tiles of my room.

Flooding in a little at a time.

Wish the thunder would come out and play.

Lighting to give me a hope in its rays.

Rain, wash these sorrows away.

Let me fall asleep, and wake up in a better other day.

I need a reason to sleep.

Perhaps, it would be that it is the only place,

where you and I would make sense.

Then please don't wake me up.

Because I'm going to sleep.