This
Sunday morning feels new
All
the nerves are calmly settled
And
sleeping is more restful everyday
Flashbacks
are still regular even now
But
my responses become rare and special
Mental
wars no longer make sense
But
at some points I’m bored without them
I
stretch my arms to hug myself
Saying,
‘’Good morning!’’ under my sheets
Now
I write as one of those many ways
To
lessen my overflowing extra energies
An
irreplaceable solitude I find in here
A
great historian of my life’s quest
It’s
whatever I want it to be
Now,
I gotta make my day!
~ Dizzy ~
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