The red sun strangles the moon
From sunrise to sunset
Do I really hear it choking?
This feeling I dare to feel
Diving out of bed
To jump back again
Wake me down
So I can put you up to sleep
Just knock for me when
Belief has gone broke
Only if it’s broken.
It’s the cycle we can’t fix
Yet we keep on fixing.
superficial words journal 
I was touched; to the quick. I’ve little comment to make on poetry in general, I’ve recanted the habit of getting into other people’s skulls. Your words are mental echoes of my own thoughts; so I felt kinship to the nameless poet…I hope you are doing well.