sleepless by christine wu

in an aeroplane over the sea by neutral milk hotel

04 21 on a rainy monday. my body seems to have a mind of its own without the brain knowing, how can that be? there's a lingering itch of thought that i need to scratch so it can disappear for eternity; i am indifferent. that's not technically news because i am like anyone else. it's possible to be different in certain aspects, however, it is close to impossible to be completely out of the ordinary... unless you're bowie or smokey.

i haven't been sleeping well. often times, i do, but without dreams. sometimes i do have dreams, but my body is filled with this vast adrenaline for no plausible reason and wakes up at 3 32am on the dot. i don't want to put much thought into though.

04 30 poetry

resentment recedes
like a waltz
in threes

one's ego
is a figment
of mind games

rat-a-tat-tat
a knock on the head

i lie awake
eyes wide open
glaring
over the solemn street light
shaped like an orange
from my foggy window

white noise
clear vision
unfiltered thoughts

old enough to be wise
wise enough to grow
grown enough to apperceive

i shall not crave
for another's nails
to scratch my head
just because mine
are absent.