Dissociative, eight days a week.
So i tried to challenge myself and wrote an acrostic poem with a bit of alliteration in it.. i’ve had too much sleepless nights and this is what i felt every time.. hope you like it! 🙏🏻✨🥺
We all feel a little dead inside at some point..
What makes you dead?
What kills you?
Here's a piece..
Night is beautiful, spreading love from moonlight..
But sometimes..
The weird shadowy figures I used to see in my worse state of mind. Strangers to me. From the strange side of the universe.
in·som·ni·a
inˈsämnēə/
noun
noun: insomnia
habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep
A short poem about sleepless nights when feeling inspired.
So i tried to challenge myself and wrote an acrostic poem with a bit of alliteration in it.. i’ve had too much sleepless nights and this is what i felt every time.. hope you like it! 🙏🏻✨🥺
We all feel a little dead inside at some point..
What makes you dead?
What kills you?
Here's a piece..
Night is beautiful, spreading love from moonlight..
But sometimes..
The weird shadowy figures I used to see in my worse state of mind. Strangers to me. From the strange side of the universe.
in·som·ni·a
inˈsämnēə/
noun
noun: insomnia
habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep
A short poem about sleepless nights when feeling inspired.