Painfully sweet

(pix: google images)

I touched
I felt
It’s Great
It’s pain
It burned
I learned

DOD ~

DOD ~ 5/10/18

When the pen makes no sense

Hard waking up from a nightmare when sleep is even lost
The kind that you want to get rid off and you drink tea
Thinking of the choice that’s so scary but you find joy in it
And if it makes you happy it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone
It’s either you too loud or too quiet and sensitivity becomes cold…
You want everything but nothing
When writing doesn’t make sense

DOD – 26/10/18