Darling ghost, when the sun rises before I barely sleep, should I sleep or should I rise like a limping zombie. Today, I wrote patience in my heart. It says it will listen, but you can never trust it. Afterall, there is nothing more fickle than my heart. Can I write patience in my mind with bold and italic font? First I would have to swim out from the labyrinth of mind. And stop spelling "But" in everything. Until then, sun will rise, you shall sleep through it, and I shall rise up limping like a zombie.
Your zombie