I struggle to open my eyes. My mind is sleepy; my thoughts are tired. The storms become depressions. We hear the same things over-and-over. From one equinox to another, every day looks like the end; fire is burning away the sky.
Sleepy Eyes
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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