May Love Be the Only Prayer

There are gasps of words like 'how' caught in my throat as I twist away from the vice the nightmares have held me in throughout the night. It always takes a moment, to blink and to breathe and to feel alive and to feel alone once again. For every suffocating imagine there is a tear to clear away the facade, and words of 'why' and 'how' are replaced with thoughts of 'when' to introduce a rebirth of hope. Time is a vortex, moments bring me closer and eternally further. Yet it is the moments that bring me closer to you that are the ones that count.