I have lied there on my bed...
I have lied there on my bed on many starlit nights, refusing to see the moon that made my room so bright, with my eyes closed real tight, hoping, praying sleep would come and relieve my anguished heart. I have tried in vane to drift into that world which poets know and therapists dissect, that world of colors and images where nothing ever follows the logic we expect. I have long wished to be in that universe where we strive for ideals, where nothing is what it seems and illusions feel so real,... Sign in to see full entry.