Escape

So often…

I find myself wandering off to bed

More often…

as age cripples me

with lists and responsibilities

I just want the cozy dark’s embrace

cradled in worn cotton sheets

eyelids lulled low

by my tired soul’s strings

I wish only to stay in tune 

with the melodies of laughter

even if it's only in my dreams

So I sleep

Often…

Deep.

— by anntidote —

Date written: February 2025

📸 Photograph: Ivan Oboleninov