White Sheep on a Blue Hill

"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas

6:00 AM

Can’t even find my own shadows
They cower in blackness.
Everything is cold… open windows
Open mind won’t stop.

Days are hard to live
And nights are hard to keep;
All the things inside cry
But I just can’t seem to weep.
All I want is to close my eyes
But I just can’t seem to sleep

Labels: running out of ideas