Thoughts In Air. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I do enjoy looking at my ceiling,
It is like a blank wall with my thoughts called intricate carvings.
Each night brings another empty wall,
A wall with new carvings.

These sleepless nights are very interesting,
As they are most time consuming.

I have no idea how these nights appear.
There is no University degree for which I have to care.
It is over, those three years with no fear.
Hopefully I will continue with another 3 years with PhD in air.