I lay awake at night
Staring dumbfounded at the ceiling
Recognizing its patterns
But then... distracted
There's a feeling
Something pushing me
Urging me on
I sloppily write
Energy coming from my words
Keeping me sane
Holding me down
Until,
The world spins
I black out
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
