I'm sick.
Really really sick.
Diseased if you will.
I need sleep, but at the same time, I don't want it.
Not in the slightest.
I wish for summer,
For days passed by the ocean,
Amid the dunes
And with friends.
Crazy friends!
The ones that make your bones laugh
And your smile threaten to escape your face.
I can hardly imagine
Such days attending to me now....