They say

While we’re sleeping

We have no recollection of our being in the world

Who we are

What we stand for

What we fought for in our passed tryst with darkness

We lose all meaning

And our hearts beat just a little slower

Than they did before

Slumber

The symbolism of disregard

Regretful beginnings

Pieces of memory washing away from our mind’s ability

But my sleep

My slumber

Gave birth to something

And even though my heart wasn’t aware

And my eyes lay lethargic

I believe my past workings were being known

And I gave birth

To a fresh heart

And the scent on it

Was clean and simple …

And I could smell it

Even though I was sleeping …

YAY!! I just made this off of the spot … I think its okay, yeah? No? Yes , I had to put my name in there … SIMPLE AND CLEAN OUT!!