Sleepwalking
Some nights, when I can’t sleep, I cheat my missing dreams. I stretch myself, expand into a wanderlust with my thoughts, break free, go seeking, searching, skipping through galaxies, slipping from one quantum instance to the next. I rummage through places, planets, universes; turn over suns and nebulae; I even brave the shadows, the darkest places of the cosmos, whispering myself between pillars of dread. I look and look, believe, disbelieve, and hope again, as I try to find a somewhere, not a somewhen, where you are not dead.
by morning’s light,
memories soak my pillow
I miss your smile there
Julia Kantic is a writer and editor who writes and delights in words and the spaces in between. You can find her own words scattered over the internet, including in 805 Lit + Art, Unbroken Journal, and Subprimal Poetry & Art. Follow this most Peculiar Julia on Medium https://medium.com/@juliakantic