Sleep Diction

Emotional

I am convinced.
That the probability of clouds falling up into the sky, and sprouting skittles, is possible.
I am also convinced, that the probability of a man without full emotion, will never know the delight of candy falling from the sky.
He won't recognize a child's melody.
He won't understand general concern.
He won't discern common love.
For a mere human being, being unable to generate a true spirit of expression.
Is as to a heart without warmth.
A human being, the act of being.
To be.
But how are you to be, when you don't cry for others?
Do your eyes not sting in sadness?
Does your heart not quiver during mourning?
It doesn't leave in the morning.
Struggles with being in motion.
There are pills for that.
Only when in full motion, then is emotion true.
For when the mind wanes.
You lack.
Hindered.
In the sense of writers blockade.
As a lackey for such disgust of which I speak.
I wish to know, how to reverse the curse of solitude.
For when you are alone.
You think alone.
When you think, a loan?
Something doesn't seem straight.
I can't see tomorrow because I've yet to sleep.
No slumber while the Iversons' evade me.
How can I ball without my feet.
How can I live, without the emotions that allow me to speak freely.
I'm convinced with justice in
mind, I could have been a candy wrapper.
I'm convinced that, it will be difficult to continue on without the answer.
Last night I saw skittles fall from the sky.
Last night I let my lack of emotion, give birth to confusion.
I'm convinced.