Life is like a meme that doesn’t make sense but seems to. White words on a black screen that look meaningful like film credits scrolling past too fast to read. When nightmares infest our days leaving the night bereft how will insomniacs react?
Unfolding like a memory
Life is like a meme that doesn’t make sense but seems to. White words on a black screen that look meaningful like film credits scrolling past too fast to read. When nightmares infest our days leaving the night bereft how will insomniacs react?