Call to the Sleepless
by Arch Ian Jay Bantilan
Now my mind’s racing again.
For a moment i wish I was just depressed, angry, sad, happy.
Just anything but restless.
So I gotta wake up while the whole world sleeps,
and write it all away.
Because this chaos of neurons will spill from light blue to red to dark black. And the frustration of finding sleep will wake me into the morning. I rise to avoid the deep black. I rise and click away. . . Continue reading