Miles away you are sleeping soundly. Eyes shut, and body in cool position. Perhaps you have been sleeping for hours, and hours on end by now. Are you tormented, child, by your actions, or by demons? Do your dreams come true, love? Certainly, you deserve your dreams to come true. Is your heart locked away in some box, in another continent or planet? Heartless, so chilly and beautiful, an even-headed whirlwind. I hope the wind blows in your favor tonight. You are undeserving of nightmares, or insomnia. I am a world apart from you, now, but still I hope you find warmth. In your strong, cold castle I hope a fire burns. A light continuing, keeping you from fear of your own self. Love, may love keep you; and, may disgrace forget you, oh my cautious boy.
*Belgium, Bowling for Soup.