At night I cannot sleep.
I often find myself stuck in reverie.
I always think deep- deep like a well.
It is interesting how
I love myself more when midnight comes; How I think of you and the future.
I love myself when my well is filled with words and how I can't sleep when they spill. When I wake up at 6 am, I have to wait to love myself again.
Thoughts
By DanielaEchavez
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