I need the lights on
all around me
when I want to sleep
I need my towers of pillows
to put my body on
my head and my knees

to dream

I need pills
drops and water
to calm down for silences



what can I write for my diary what the world sees anyway

I lost my diary. The Dragon One. My lovely Poems. Are Lost. Mom said this might be a good sign. Losing old book for opening a new one. I should write more things.

Yesterday I made up silly one:

I cannot fall asleep – maybe I should count the sheep