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.
“Hymn’s Competition”
This is my entry, hope that you read and connect with it on some sort of level.
It isn’t easy being “kind hearted”
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.
“Hymn’s Competition”
This is my entry, hope that you read and connect with it on some sort of level.
It isn’t easy being “kind hearted”