insomnia arouses poetic soul
Crescent moon hangs low in sky
Muted, it stares at a star
Longing to touch,
Never to reach.
Infinity spears space and time,
Meaning nothing,
but signifying
Much.
Muted, it stares at a star
Longing to touch,
Never to reach.
Infinity spears space and time,
Meaning nothing,
but signifying
Much.
posted by daa | 3:03 pm
2 Comments:
I guess the insomnia is cured huh?
lol. cured?!! yeah well, im under sever sleep deprivation n now i knock out anytime i get ten mins of nothing to do.
which, in these days, only happen when im in e cab gg home after midnite.
=)
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