Insomnia//hand

 

INSOMNIA

There is too much in this jar i call a brain

and too little in this bag i call a heart

 

Cold milk and ibuprofen

isn't deep enough

 

I whisper, "I miss my."

I miss my.

I miss my.

Soleil

SUNSHINE!!!

 

I watch the sunrise every morning.

And I sleep through its strides.

 

Not deep at all

at ease is the restless?

 

 

Done