How peaceful he sleeps, almost as if he has his entire life figured out, almost as if he was at peace with myself.
How carefree he sleeps, the woes of the world seem null and void and he dreams of greener posture.
How adorable he sleeps, freed from the curse of insomnia he floats in outer space as soon as he lands his head.
How devastated he wakes, forced to endure another day he bears himself with smoke and a fake smile.
