A poem
My heart is wretched from all that you’ve put me through… while you’re living the best of your…
(Binding despite all opposing forces)
it’s a different kind of happinesswhen I am too tired to write.
talk with metell meof what I must sayAnd what I must domy life had little meaningUntil I choseTo listenAnd to follow you
A mixed poetry
A poetry,
To the rhythm of my breathing I sigh, slowly stretchyawn awayany regretsthat surfacearising in my mindsmile and give thanks…
Sleeping is the greatest thing on earth. It’s an escape from the calamity of the day. It’s a break…
Just laugh the laugh, you’ve earned it.
Sleep approachesI like the darknessshadows of the day closingCalm and stillness