I am looking at the stars, counting every bright light in the sky. I watch the moon and dream myself away. Lightyears. Darkseconds. I am tired tonight unable to follow my nightmares. And I keep counting streetlights and stars. I keep watching the moon, asleep every moment when I am awake.
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My poetry often doesn’t make sense at first glance, and it rarely is what you think it is. Make the interpretation your own; I only write the words, you give them life.
reflections of an unquiet mind 