A poem
STRANGER
by morgan
I have that feeling
between being fully awake
and fast asleep
where inhibitions disappear.
The world seems in harmony.
Everything sad is tragic,
everything happy is ridiculously hilarious.
It is a state of being
where the acuity of the senses begins to decline
as beauty becomes sublimely rampant.
Any questions about the meaning of existance
fly out the window,
along with the worries,
aggravations and the mundane.
I am in love
With a stranger.
I have no idea who it is about. It was just what naturally came out of my soul. but I am exhausted, so off to nighty night land I go.
by morgan
I have that feeling
between being fully awake
and fast asleep
where inhibitions disappear.
The world seems in harmony.
Everything sad is tragic,
everything happy is ridiculously hilarious.
It is a state of being
where the acuity of the senses begins to decline
as beauty becomes sublimely rampant.
Any questions about the meaning of existance
fly out the window,
along with the worries,
aggravations and the mundane.
I am in love
With a stranger.
I have no idea who it is about. It was just what naturally came out of my soul. but I am exhausted, so off to nighty night land I go.