//I have been meaning to write but kept delaying it//
I smell something gross or the smell is just monotonous, hence, irritating.
My limbs have lost all their energy.
I am drugged and I feel like sleeping all the time.
I purchase colourful clothes,
But I like my bedroom walls painted
In grey or beige or white.
I don’t like sleeping
Because every time I sleep, I dream.
In mornings, in the afternoon or at night.
I don’t hate dreaming but I hate being woken up in the middle of it.
Incomplete dreams are pain in the ass.
They don’t leave me.
//Thoughts blocked. Maybe, some other time//