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I'm throwing a triggering tag on this cuz it probably is. During one of my bouts of extreme insomnia, I was thinking about the past at around 4:30 a.m., and I found myself writing. Here's the result:
Tired eyes, and sunshine,
We followed the moon away from mankind,
Our heads in the stars and our eyes far too blind
to see the ground bellow.
Bloody Knees and bruised hips,
we sailed away in our ships,
taking long acid trips,
our eyes cloudy and our faces muddy,
too distracted to know we were lost.
Bright eyes and dim thoughts,
we drowned ourselves with pills and shots
thinking we were immune to sickness or blood clots,
but still unsafe from the future.
"They say home is where the heart is, but what a shame, cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same."
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I love the rhythm of this! Sometimes late nights bring beautiful results and I think this is one of those times. I'd love to see more of your work!
Thanks! I actually have a lot of insomnia fueled writing which I might post, depending on how good it actually is. Often when I write it is when I can finally fall asleep, and I'll wake up with stuff I don't even remember writing sometimes.
"They say home is where the heart is, but what a shame, cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same."