When I lay my head to sleep at night,
I always have the same dream where I need to fight to save my own life,
stuck on memories that are no longer mine.
days are long and winding through
the same lazy routine.
I hope it was worth it.
All the pain I've seen and felt.
I only ask that it makes for an interesting story.
another way to spend my days while I avoid going
back to sleep.
In the end, I didn't know what to do.
living meant trying to survive. If you made it this far, it means you're still alive.
If you're lucky,
that won't be enough anymore.
About the Creator
Whitney Louise
A poetic perspective from the Pacific Northwest with the proper amount of weird from PDX. Here you can find my poetry along with observations from my past/present.
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