To My Sedative
To My Sedative1 min 256 1 min 256
You think you are a night owl with no reason,
Actually, everyone thinks so just like you.
But I know you have a reason.
I know it because once
I was addicted to those sleepless nights.
I used to savor them like red wine: slowly, closing my eyes.
Once, just like you, I used to smell the starry Nights;
I used to count stars in the night sky;
You have seen how the night turns into morning,
Just like people change;
The way they leave us;
The way they forget us;
The way an artist makes his masterpiece out of an empty canvas;
You may have seen yourself in the sky,
In the fading stars:
How they disappeared at dawn
Just like you who waned in someone’s life…
While I was addicted to sleepless nights,
I used to find some answers in its labyrinth.
I didn’t know the question at all.
All I knew was it will give me a reason…
A reason to have a good sleep.
I wanted to make something.
I didn’t know what that ‘something’ was.
Maybe it is a lyric,
Maybe it was a portrait,
Maybe it was apt closure to our unfinished conversation.
Now I sleep early with gallons of tiredness.
I don’t seek any answers.
But I want you to find yours,
I want peace to be your sedative.