Some days the words are tired.

They want to speak, want to be heard but they remain.

They’re sleepers.

They move and drift in a sleep-like state,

Diving in and out of consciousness.

They float in the air and you feel them descend into the cognitive part of your brain,

Only so you’re fooled and then vanish back to the air where they remain once again.

Sleepers.

The words, the ones who want to be heard, they’re tired.



Photo Credit: Katy Kelleher (Artist: Kilian Schoenberger) 

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