four walls, no door

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sighing into sleeping mind,
breathing into bones.
sister asleep beside me and
parents down the corridor.
i'm desperately alone.
yet, loneliness keeps distance,
dozing in a corner.
i have never been so solitary,
never been so warmed,
even if i'm chilled by
cold air through floorboards,
outside my window.
how strange it feels,
to be so unafraid of myself
when my whole world
revolved around fear
not that long ago.
the night's shadows don't
scare me anymore -
i'm comforted by them.
i'm comfortable,
smiling into sleeplessness.
all the familiarity of
a time which passed me by,
all the newness of
this embrace of quiet,
instead of choking hold.
i am warm, i am cold.
i am utterly indifferent
and completely whole.
i am complete.
sleep takes over, and finally,
i can leave this world,
and know i want
to wake up tomorrow.

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