It Sucks, I know.

The sun blanketed the bed, in a haze of golden and white.
Still, I sat, scribbling things onto paper
The visions that danced through my mind
Like shadows on a white wall.
The hours had ticked by, 20, 30, 40 more than before.
And not one went by when I didn't think of you.
Or the needle in my blue.
Yet still, all I saw were the vivid images
Conjured in my mind.
If sleep won't come to me
Than maybe in my dreams
You will.