Sleeping is the hardest part of the day.
It doesn't have to be that way,
I know.
There are pills, there are people,
there are alternatives
to scratching at your legs in frustration
to whining and huffing
and letting tears spill
to soaked pillows and damp shirts
to jerking back awake
at dreams you never thought you would see again,
I know.
But there is no glory in pills
and in people
and in artificial alternatives.
"I came, I saw, I conquered."
Is an emotion that I will never
know.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Open To Interpretation
PoesiaThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
