Daydreaming

My mind feels like a punching bag

Throbbing with lack of sleep, too much or too little caffeine, and all those what if I had done this or thats

So I make my mind doodle images that existed in some space, a fractured memory, or a look through a forbidden glass.

Fairytales of knights with dusty armor and peasants that fulfill all your dreams

When I feel the story throb with pain that’s when I know to let go

Because all the daydreams have dark sides to them too

And if you’re brave enough to stay the night

Well darling you’re one of a kind

I just know that when I do stay

it will be when I draw the image of a thorny forest overlooking the midnight sky