never wrote, never called
Unspoken Echoes of Sleepless Nights
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I got so tired, my fingers were numb
I experienced fatigue to the point where my fingers became numb.
My eyelids they feel heavy
My eyelids feel weighed down, possibly from exhaustion.
I leave in a week, the boxes aren't packed
I'm leaving in a week, but I haven't finished packing my boxes.
Don't know if I will ever be ready
Uncertainty about being prepared or ready for the departure.
It's my own fault that I don't get enough sleep
I acknowledge my lack of sufficient sleep is my own responsibility.
There's enough hours in the day
While there are enough hours in the day, they seem insufficient for me.
But when I get home, I just wake up again
Returning home doesn't provide rest; I become alert again.
Those hours seem to just run away
The hours seem to pass quickly and escape my control.
And so I never write, I never call
I neglect writing or calling, possibly due to a sense of overwhelming thoughts.
I've got too much to say, so I say nothing at all
Having a lot to say leads to choosing silence as a response.
Days turn to weeks, Spring turns to Fall
Time is passing swiftly; seasons are changing.
If you left me alone, I'd forget I was here at all
Alone, I might forget my existence, suggesting a detachment or distraction.
The curtains are open and the streetlight's on
The setting is described with openness and illumination.
It's not quite half past eight
Despite the early hour, a feeling of lateness persists.
Remembered to eat? The laundry's done?
Basic tasks like eating and doing laundry are remembered.
It still feels like it's going to get late
The perception of time suggests it may still become late.
The letters are posted and the bills have been paid?
Letters are sent, bills are paid, leaving only waiting behind.
All that's left to do is wait
A sense of restlessness when there's nothing specific to do.
But I can't relax when there's nothing to do
The inability to relax when there's no apparent task at hand.
The pressure to just do something's too great
Feeling pressured to do something, but the pressure is overwhelming.
And so I never write, I never call
Continued avoidance of writing or calling due to an excess of thoughts.
I've got too much to say, so I say nothing at all
Choosing silence as a response despite having much to express.
Days turn to weeks, Spring turns to Fall
Time passing, seasons changing, and a sense of detachment persists.
If you left me alone, I'd forget I was here at all
If left alone, there's a likelihood of forgetting one's presence.
Still it's my own fault I don't get enough sleep
Reiteration of personal responsibility for insufficient sleep.
There's enough hours in the day
Despite available time, returning home leads to alertness rather than rest.
But when I get home, I just wake up again
Confronting and attempting to dispel the passing hours.
I stare down those hours and I chase them away
The struggle against time, trying to overcome its fleeting nature.
And so I never write, I never call
Continued avoidance of communication due to an overwhelming internal dialogue.
I've got too much to say, so I say nothing at all
Choosing silence despite a strong urge to express oneself.
Days turn to weeks, Spring turns to Fall
The cycle of time passing and seasons changing persists.
If you left me alone, I'd forget I was here at all
If left alone, there's a risk of losing awareness of one's presence.
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