• kalel_einztein 5w


    Every night I lie in my bed
    Brightest colours fill my head
    Watery paints from the tears I shed
    Creating drawings of souls that fled..

    I never knew my brain could accumulate so much
    I thought I was retarded—how can I say such ?
    Taking breaks allowing laziness on my couch..
    Then I reconsidered and it faded upon my touch