Sandman, sandman, where are you Mr Sandman?? I’m sitting here in my kitchen writing because the sandman forgot to visit me tonight. He forgets me from time to time and i usually don’t mind, but I needed you tonight sandman, I needed you to put me to sleep before I wrote that message. I needed you to put me to sleep before I decided to press send! I needed you to put me to sleep so I didn’t have to think about it. Lastly, I needed you to put me to sleep before I began to torture myself thinking about all the moments, words and choices that brought me to this point. This point of no return. The yellow tape is up.. “Crime scene, do not cross this point.”
Mr sandman tell me what do I do now?? I am tired of thinking and yet I cannot stop. You have left me alone with my thoughts, and no matter how hard I try I cannot drift off into that sweet slumber I so desire and require. I try to black out my mind as I have done before…it doesn’t work. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face in the candlelight. That moment of innocence and purity before it all went wrong. I would give anything to relive that moment, but it will never happen. Instead it is a memory that tears at my heart and becomes the driving wind behind the hurricane of thoughts in my mind. Save me Mr sandman. Save me from my self torture and bless me with few a hours respite.
Mr sandman, I am waiting for you.