The ceiling tells me,
stories while I’m not sleeping,
insomnia’s stage.
– A Haiku-A-Day for Beasts of Articulation –
The ceiling tells me,
stories while I’m not sleeping,
insomnia’s stage.
– A Haiku-A-Day for Beasts of Articulation –
I once adopted,
a sad orphan from abroad,
now he will not leave.