Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Insomnia = #Micropoetry

I want to live
the life I see
through rose-colored glasses.

Inching towards my self
at a snail's pace or kid's crawl
soon, I will arrive.

You had best believe
that I am still becoming
everything and more.

Really want to sleep
alas, it's not happening.
Well-played, restless mind.

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