Some shrubs, a road, bright lights. My own jungle, beside my bed. A flying bet and a whistling watchman walking, beside my bed. A breeze, a ray, a drop entering inside, beside my bed. A window, some grills a net a curtain, beside my bed. A mind, some thoughts a pen a paper, beside my bed. A person, a man, a bed so well made, but still sleepless I am on my bed... I had a suffocation kind of feeling in my room today. I peeped out of window and looked down to the insanely grown shrubs, a teen arnica tree and a road reflecting a street ligh and me looking at them sleepless. #ashay #wiredwords #bullshitblog #life #lifequotes #mycnc