Creative mind, restless mind. Pictures popping, images fading, like fireworks, painting my inner sky. Need to express, should be at rest. Colourful, bright, all in my head. Should I try to sleep, flee before my creative thoughts? Shall I live through? Spill them out? Let them do their work? Would it ease up my mind? Will all ramp up? Speed up? Won't stop. Laying there. Playing with words, fooling around, living it out, being gladful, feeling easy, time to say "good night"
Date of birth: 06.01.2024 Situation: I was working on this website before I went to bed and couldn't stop myself from thinking about different ideas. The poem is the result of processing my thoughts and ease the up.