the sun has already went to sleep
when we just wake up
we're like bats, baby
the night is our home
the night is where your eyes are
blinded by the darkness
where you're focusing on
touch
smell
hearing
the night is where everybody
is the same
the night where we can be
ourselves
YOU ARE READING
waking
Poetry„this month has felt like waking up after a long sleep. a sleep full of nightmares full of waking in tears full of sleeping in with even more running down my face i woke the sun finally began to welcome me in my home im not tired i don't want to...
