Sleep
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my brain trying to maintain a link between processing thoughts and thought processing amongst that stress thing…it’s a mess….messaging my eye lids to blink one last wink one last processed thought to think about before my tinker bell light goes out….
Let me think for second I beckon…I’m wrecking…my vision trying to blink a word over flow again…making my hands stink again…as I pretend my words are my loaded weapon…I’m guessing you’re messing about trying to figure out…come up with a doubt..shout..start gossiping..speaking of my thought processing…keeping me from sleeping…
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my thoughts trying to link my brain to a maintainable critical thinking word flow blinking…processed thoughts brinking no point of return…my hands stinking from a burn…blistered greater on paper provoking mind creator physique paper engraver…maybe that’s why I’m wide awake or am I…..?
Copyright © Peter Despirito | Year Posted 2023
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