cyril w. intrigues me.

he is truly gone, why am I even surprised?

I am a sleepwalker,
I sleepwalk to not realise the pains of being alone.
when I was a part of two, I craved to be one.
and yet I sleepwalked as I threaded through,
just as I sleepwalk now.

How can I wake up?

Being single is sometimes, not that merry.
Yet. The activities I drive to pack
sustains my being.
I want a man yet I know I cannot.
Not yet, but when?

Everything is too small for me.
I thirst the day I fly away.