The decisions sleeps in my mind.

In the dark nights of anxiety.

And I know a lot.

About.

The awakening sleep that will kill me.

Cause when I wake up at night.

I know.

So sadly.

That decisions have to be made.


Although the warm hugs.


And in that moment.

My heart burns to ash.

In the thunderstorms of love.


But.

I know my self.

And I know.

That.

Decisions have to be made.