Just want to sleep, again.
When sad, bored, or empty, I wanna sleep.
Just can't sleep any more
because I've slept too much.
In my head, compacted sleep,
some nerves get blocked up.
The sense of balance's been damaged,
a need to stick myself to something.
Sticking my eyes to the screen,
drowsily read
read about dreams…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate, you need a good seeing to! lol great for deep sleeps, I can assure you. Smiling at you, Tai