Unrest

I should be able to sleep
Shouldn't I?
(I mean, not right now, it's 4:30 in the afternoon)

But everything inside of me is screaming
My dreams encrypt the truth
So it eludes me as I wake

I held something
Ever so briefly
And it made me happy
And I don't know how act now
It's so weird

I want to move past
Let go
Leap forward

But then I dig a little
And find such beauty
It hurts

And then I don't want to let go anymore
But what's the point of holding on to air
Or the past

Honestly, just knowing you exist makes me happy
And everything unsaid is exactly that
And should stay there
Or am I just thinking that
So I don't have to send the letter...