*Scratches head*
Stupid dreams. They just won't leave me alone, no matter how much I want to just have a night of rest. All I really want to do is sleep, and be able to feel rested the next day. I just guess that's too much to ask for, because I'm always sleepy the next day, regardless of how many hours of sleep I get.
Yesterday and today I had to get a nap during the middle of the day. I slept for about 3 hours yesterday and about 4 hours today. It's not that I'm not getting enough sleep, I usually set aside at least 6-8 hours for sleep every night. I just don't feel like I've gotten sleep when the afternoon comes.
I don't even get freedom in my naps. My naps merely form highlight reels of the dreams I had during the nights. This is what sucks the worst about it. My dreams, no matter how random, how weird, no matter how stupid they were, they at least gave me rest and something to think about in the mornings.
These dreams give me neither. There isn't much of a deeper meaning to them to contemplate upon. They are blunt and straightforward. I know what they are telling me, and I am pretty sure that following what they are telling me to do could make them stop. Stupid dreams
In other news, I've been writing more poetry lately. Not really too sure about it, but I just keep getting compelled to write poems. I'm not that great at it, and I don't really like my work, but it does give me productive ways to pass the time. Anywho, here's my latest work.
Gift of Rememberance
I wished to check the weather
So I walk out into the rain
Into my hand falls a lone feather
And through my arm, a shock of pain
I shield the gift from the storm
Holding it close to my heart
So that I feel carefree and warm
And that I can play my part
I place one foot in front of the other
Each step lands in a splash
Having a lot of ground to cover
Everything near going by in a flash
My feet finally feel dry ground
A thousand stars and no Moon fill the sky
Open my hand to see the down
As the hint of a tear appears in my eye
I see the water to my front
My faded footprints behind
This force, my heart took the brunt
And that night I cried
Hearing thunder on the horizon
Only reminded me of my journey
All the paths I had run
Thinking I knew the cost of being free
Nothing that night had gone wrong
Even with my skin soaked to the bone
It was all like one big sad song
The feather I was given, was gone
Go on and fly far away
Follow the storm that falls on us all
Make another person’s day
I pray that again, into my hand you shall fall
Yesterday and today I had to get a nap during the middle of the day. I slept for about 3 hours yesterday and about 4 hours today. It's not that I'm not getting enough sleep, I usually set aside at least 6-8 hours for sleep every night. I just don't feel like I've gotten sleep when the afternoon comes.
I don't even get freedom in my naps. My naps merely form highlight reels of the dreams I had during the nights. This is what sucks the worst about it. My dreams, no matter how random, how weird, no matter how stupid they were, they at least gave me rest and something to think about in the mornings.
These dreams give me neither. There isn't much of a deeper meaning to them to contemplate upon. They are blunt and straightforward. I know what they are telling me, and I am pretty sure that following what they are telling me to do could make them stop. Stupid dreams
In other news, I've been writing more poetry lately. Not really too sure about it, but I just keep getting compelled to write poems. I'm not that great at it, and I don't really like my work, but it does give me productive ways to pass the time. Anywho, here's my latest work.
Gift of Rememberance
I wished to check the weather
So I walk out into the rain
Into my hand falls a lone feather
And through my arm, a shock of pain
I shield the gift from the storm
Holding it close to my heart
So that I feel carefree and warm
And that I can play my part
I place one foot in front of the other
Each step lands in a splash
Having a lot of ground to cover
Everything near going by in a flash
My feet finally feel dry ground
A thousand stars and no Moon fill the sky
Open my hand to see the down
As the hint of a tear appears in my eye
I see the water to my front
My faded footprints behind
This force, my heart took the brunt
And that night I cried
Hearing thunder on the horizon
Only reminded me of my journey
All the paths I had run
Thinking I knew the cost of being free
Nothing that night had gone wrong
Even with my skin soaked to the bone
It was all like one big sad song
The feather I was given, was gone
Go on and fly far away
Follow the storm that falls on us all
Make another person’s day
I pray that again, into my hand you shall fall