Lat e ni ghtts..
I can't seem to sleep well lately.
A few days ago I had a dream where I did cocaine in a split-second of temptation.
Then I started tripping out.
And said, "Daddy, I just did cocaine. I need help."
A bit odd I guess?
Last night I couldn't get to sleep either.
So I sat up, turned on the light & started writing.
I love living as a kid,
To frolick and skip and dance with no tune of music,
All the while hating the drama of growing higher in school.
So I suppose I'll make fantastic of the best,
and learn to not deal with the other by choice of making it better.
Being a kid is so freaking awesome but some of the awful things that come along with it make me want to be miserable. But I think I just need to carry on and not only ignore it, but also try to make it better somehow. Or at least make an effort.