Time Won’t Fly

Time Won’t Fly

I’d rather not get used to you at all.

The nights grow increasingly heavy without

the static monotone of your insomniac wandering

on my pillow,

and I am no longer forced to bear the weight

of your sleepless dreams.

Time won’t fly without us constantly dancing

on its perpetual motion.

You are a transitory orbit on a quest

for all that is not here,

and I’d rather not get used to you at all.

~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

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