My brain is overloaded with silly thoughts, My heart is already hurt with all the dramas, My eyes are swell with all the tears. So It’s high time. Please come, please come. If I were to have a conversation with my sleep I'd say, "Dear Sleep, Where the hell are you tonight? Did I forget you in my mother's lap? Or did you get tangled in my brother's blanket? Because even though I come to this bed every night, you are not here. I think you couldn't make it to my eyes so you lay under them tonight.
