Wrapped in a moment.
Im wrapped up in this moment, not sure how to get out. The only idea that comes to mind, is that I really dont want to do this anymore. Instead of giving me answers to this question, my brain gives me back the question. A weird sort of confirmation. And round and round it goes, until I get so dizzy I fall down. Until I get so dizzy I dont bother standing and asking the question. It doesnt matter anymore, I will just lie here. And if in the morning I still feel the same way, well, that will be tomorrows problem. For now I am finally tired and my brain will let me sleep. So I will sleep. When I wake up, who knows? But sleep is few and far between on good days, so for now I sleep.
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Really bad poetry, if you can call it that.
RandomJust something I wrote with bad punctuation, and multiple other errors masquerading themselves as a poem. At least I think its a poem. Who knows.
