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.
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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...