When I lie awake at night, struggling to put my ever-spinning mind to rest, my eyes will probe the pitch-darkness of my bedroom. They'll search every dark nook and cranny, and will come to rest upon a single focal point. Up high upon my dresser, will be a single tiny green dot of light. As my eyes stay fixated on this dot, they begin to lose focus and the small, small light becomes an intricate firework. The light turns and twists itself into a complex design of smooth lines all circulating around a single spot in the center. As my eyes strain to watch the firework, attempting to decipher it's unruly, complicated design, the rest of the room begins to fade into a blur, and my eyes will start to close into a blink. And that blink turns into several, before one last quick flutter of my eyes has my mind reeling, as the blink has left me disoriented and stuck in the sludge of my own thoughts. I shake my head slightly, trying to focus on the dot again, but my eyes have already begun to slip closed. My mind has begun to finally drift off. And I, disoriented as I still am, let my mind drift away, and my thoughts become a mere whisper on the breeze as I bid goodnight.
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Poems
PoetryI love writing poetry... it's a release, ya know? So I decided to write this. It's a collection of poems I wrote. Read if you want *whispers "please read this" quietly*. Uh yeah. Thanks. C O P Y R I G H T E D Thank you 😁
