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I know the thumping of blood in my fingers,
the twinge in my back,
the tension behind my calves far too well.
The bristle of cold is too much
but the silence without the fan is suffocating.
My blankets are too heavy,
settled over my torso like the rock in my chest
but I can’t sleep without the weight.

This awareness is a manifestation of my longing;
for your hands in my hair,
your warmth at my spine,
your shoes on my floor.
This is what I feel when I can’t feel you –
palpitations, vibrations,
fixations that drive me to insomnia.

Only the trains are any comfort,
plowing away into the night
screaming here I am; there I go
like world-weary tramps moving just to be moving.

Like you, working just to be working,
burning midnight oil and paper
when you could be breathing fire down my neck.
*nightshade-keyblade left a comment on Contact likening my tactile memories to a sort of superpower. It is in some ways, but it keeps me up at night. Thus, this was born.
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living-in-his-head Featured By Owner 2 days ago
This is beautiful.  It reminds me of nights I spend without my significant other. We are annoying sleepers (she listens to metal and I snore in her ear), but we both admit to missing those traits when we aren't sleeping together.
I love how you beautifully capture all of the intangible in takings of  the senses and write them so visibly and concrete. <3
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
I'm ridiculously aware at night. Like, I know a lot of people are, but I mean to truly ridiculous levels. I once heard a moth land on my wall - it wasn't even actually hearing; I just somehow knew that it had landed on my wall about a foot and a half above my bed. Sure enough, there it was when I turned on my lamp.

So yeah, it makes for great writing, but not great sleeping :XD:
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living-in-his-head Featured By Owner 1 day ago
I can't begin to number the times I've been close to FINALLY falling asleep and then forced to get up to write,  because I'm afraid I'll forget something.   LOL
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SweetsAndCharades Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013
Wonderful :)
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:heart:
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369dreamergirl Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Student Writer
ah, all of this is amazing :heart: 
i honestly can't really pick apart one line that i love, all of it is relevant
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :heart:
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mina12310 Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Student General Artist
"My blankets are too heavy,
settled over my torso like the rock in my chest
but I can’t sleep without the weight." so true :)
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks :D
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anapests-and-ink Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"screaming here I am; there I go"--yes.  That is exactly the sound of trains at night--and the perfect image to encapsulate the loneliness and longing in this poem.
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