tonight, I picture myself underwater
gazing the hazy lights on the arch
as I sunk deeper
slowly they began to look like stars
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Tonight | A poem
PoetryWhy does the river choose to flow at night? Why does the clock tick backwards when it's past bedtime? Would it still be called daydreaming, if I thought about it at night? Tonight, I wish I was asleep. ...
Part 2: Underwater
tonight, I picture myself underwater
gazing the hazy lights on the arch
as I sunk deeper
slowly they began to look like stars