Droplets never ending particles crashing into the window.
Clank
Clank
Clank
None of this is entertaining. But to an unconscious mind like mine. Sleeping awake.
Hallucinations included.
YOU ARE READING
Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
