everything
lingers on the lips and hugs us in tight
everything
rocks us sweetly to sleep
in poorly-made blankets of dissonance
everything else
runs in circles
and justifies the echoes that never dare to bleed
nothing
asks us to stray too far from the bed we’ve made
or from the softness of fear that surrounds us
so tell me a little lie
of a newly painted world
where the night’s dream
takes away everything this day lacks
and takes a hold of my hand
until I can find a way to open my eyes again