May 2018
I can't think.
I can't speak.
I can't write.
I can't eat.
I can't stop
to even sleep
You fill my thoughts,
and reverie, deep.
I can't speak.
I can't write.
I can't eat.
I can't stop
to even sleep
You fill my thoughts,
and reverie, deep.
I'm back after a 5 day program of no gadgets and outside influences, and I am back to writing poetry.
