Literature
And Everyday
Everyday I wake up.
Somedays, I consider that to be my great accomplishment.
Everyday I sleep less.
Somedays, I feel my heart start to pound and sleep is not recaptured.
I'm living in a bubble.
Waiting for the pin to drop
and let me out.
I don't know how to describe how I feel,
because I'm not very good with words.
In my mind, I'm able to say everything perfectly.
In my mind, everything I think is exactly what I mean.
But in the quick trip between my mind and my mouth, there is a short and it comes out jumbled.
[can you understand me now?]
Sleep is where I recapture perfection.
Sleep that I push off until the last second,
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