At afternoon or before dawn,
everybody, like a prawn,
lays in bed to slumber
and without light stays somber.
Sleep is distinct,
naps are succint,
the brain is odd
and the worst ice cream flavour will always be mint.
|May 28th 2022||I was in a dune-like desert with my friends. We had to perform a ritual by reading a poem. My friend L had one by Antonio Machado. I was stressed because mine was the spring symphony by vivaldi and was shy to sing it. My friend l got mad with her ex and we hid in a house waiting for the sandstorm to pass. My old classmate H wanted to look at the zelda breath of the whild-like whales and robots but i did not. I hid my body against the covers and slightly close the window.||No||7.8/rest|