I wonder.
Wonder what it's like.
To wake up.
To Breathe.
To Live.
Without this burden.
To feel.
To speak.
With words non-faltering.
And senses not overloaded.
What is it like?
To see the world from two focused eyes?
Determined to set fire to everyone's lies?
to live without anxiety?
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An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoetryIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
