wide-eyed.

I lie wide eyed - trying to sleep. I'm wishing the night will let the dark consume itself and cease to exist. As i struggle to close them, my physical vision ends, and I am only opened to a more sensual reality; one where smells are heightened, touch is softer, and colors are more brilliant - one where the past years events are battling to be the opening act. Last new years eve is trying to have main stage, and this eve is begging to be the grand finale. And so my eyes quickly open. and i lay wide-eyed, seeing the shadows of the night fall on my wall. I count the ticking of the clock. I hear the can collectors passing my window. I smell the scent of dying flowers. Just so i don't have to see, feel, touch or hear last year...