LIKE A TONGUE TWISTER TRYING TO GET OUT
MY MIND WORDS BECOMES STUCK INSIDE A LATE NIGHT SAGA. THE PLACE WHERE ALL WORDS ARE IN A MISMATCH AND WRITING IS IMPOSSIBLE. WHERE EYES ARE FIGHTING SLEEP TO STAY GLUED TO A POETRY SITE THAT DRAWS ME IN LIKE BEES SWEET SONGS TO HONEY. I THINK ITS TIME TO GO TO BED.