It's nearly 3:14 at night.
Dreams roaming through my head.
My eyes adjusted to dark light.
Don't wanna go to bed.
Pallete of feelings is so bright.
Acute sensations overflow.
I fantasize about my life:
What will be next, what was below.
And I don't wonder what they say.
About my private talks with mind.
I want to be my own cliché.
A happy girl of crazy kind.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
