[of dreams and galaxies]

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I remember poetry with feelings
The morning sadness goes well with the nostalgia.the afternoon quiet goes well with just getting through.the evening hurricane in my heart goes well with nothing and everything hurting me /all at the same moment.the midnight heartache goes well with daydreaming but it's night and it's a nightmare.so the morning comes again and I still haven't slept the whole night and my eyes burn and I forget the words I related to my sadness.so I hurl curses at it and forget to write poetry but rather write anger, anger with its arms closed and embracing me, embracing me and that's the closest I have ever been to my feelings.so I write it down with anger but not quite.but that's how I remember the mornings with the past night sadness, the tears and the daydreams/nightmares.