Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
I’m having one of those nights where sleep won’t come easy. I’ll drift off for an hour or so and then suddenly be wide awake for seemingly no reason. I’m sure we’ve all had nights like this. Nights where your body just doesn’t seem to want to cooperate. Write a poem about a restless night. Do you know where the restless feelings are coming from or is that part a mystery? What feelings come up from the inconsistent sleep?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades