I used to dream now, I barely sleep; thoughts sinking into the deep, lying on this bed of thorns.
Sunrise shines on these tired eyes; lack of sleep kills the vibe.
Purpose, so elusive. Destiny flirts with our desires. Time reminds us of the void; Absence of meaning Brings us no joy.
Beautifully poured stories; a fulfillment to erase the fiction. A deep inhalation; A couple of sips tasting addictive truth. The red motions, tart and sweet; a full bodied swirling confession.