Description
Why does the river choose to flow at night? Why does the clock tick backwards when it's past bedtime? Would it still be called daydreaming, if I thought about it at night? Tonight, I wish I was asleep. ---- Tonight is a poem about how the narrator lie awake at night as his/her mind starts playing movies. He/she stares on the ceiling as her eyes projected the scenarios towards the ceiling like projectors from old cinemas. It's too late, you've already bought a ticket. They don't accept returns. Once the film starts rolling, there's no leaving until it's over. So you watch the ceiling turn the thoughts you've been trying to hide into a horrifying film. Horrifying enough to keep you awake at night. Now you wish you were asleep.
Part 1: If I could I would
