Never written as much as this.
My heart pipes are leaking, speaking out the pressure... Pressure...
My stable of words needs filling, feelings.
Seeking the ceiling if the roof of my head.
I see stars... It's so late.
I'll fall to my pillow and faint.
I don't want to close my eyes.
I miss you . . .
You said, and I never admit.
Every time I wonder what's next...
I sleep so hard...
Up, awake in my yard. Please?
Saying something?
What will it be?
Another word... Just one more.
Please!

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