nightpills

they said dreamland is for everyone but not even a nightpill could strain the spotlight of the hunting moon...

staying wide awake in the silent hours of the night is the last thing i would wish to be but it's been months now since the god of slumber got even with me.

i never thought that a caffeinated system would turn the god away

i never thought that a warm sack could shy away, i never thought how such mind could sway.

sleepless nights put you into unfathomable musing, of drowning , breaking perplexities...

tonight, i took my nightpills only to tear me restlessly into pensiveness.

all i could wish now is to take my refuge to dreamland, just even for a moment...

but the moon's spotlight strikes brightly through my window, telling me that the god is still mad.