Evidence of a #poetic life n°39:
I've learnt to sleep through all my darkest thoughts. That was maybe the hardest thing, letting go the fears and feelings, the tears and hopes, the relentless wandering of the mind. But I am my body too, and my body has this quiet confidence that here and now is what's suppose to be and what must be lived. So I live with my mind feeling high on drugs and my body like a watchful dog which keep us alive. And sane maybe.
I sleep at night. Despite memories, despite losses, despite joys and heartbreaks. I don't wait for dawn to come, because light heals nothing, it just hides the demons. And so we go on, mind, body, demons and all the little things that are I:
for as long as we have, we strive.