Put earbuds in and your favorite playlist on repeat. Let your mind wander adrift on the sweet soundwaves as your fears recede with the shores of the corporeal; ride the current to good dreams. I'll be waiting cowgirl. Ready for a dance to chords of colors swirling around us, subtitled with rhyming words of poetry.
This is how I feel when I don't have coffee. It's also how I feel when I stupidly end up having coffee at night because I couldn't in the morning. I've been looking for distractions for hours now but I've ran out of things to do. So I'm sitting in my room, buzzing on caffeine and looking for paperclips to play with until it wears off. I know it's not what the poem was intended to mean or be about, and I apologise if what I said seems like a joke, but it just fit my mood so well when I read it. The layout even suits my breathing. It's even worse when old unwanted memories creep in and linger.
Lol, Maher! This comment is awesome. And so fitting. And you thought I sounded like I was jumping around in text?! This is priceless. I understand those caffeine buzzes. Hope you found enough paperclips lol. But you're right, the old memories are the worse. Thank you for reading and the comment Dude!! I appreciate it :)