Is sleep, but no. Haven’t slept good for many days. weeks. months.
But these last days, i think i have been sleeping for maybe five hours, totally.
My head is full of thoughts, all I do is writing. Deleting. Writing. Erasing. Writing. Deleting.

I will never be good enough for great sleep, never good enough for this world.
Meant for something bigger than this, I know that.
Autopilot. Time for diary and Mr Dylan. It’s that kind of night today, poetry night.

Sleep tight beautys, don’t forget that you’re amazing. Just the way you are.