Doctor Grandma

Late at night,

silence brings solitude,

as the world keeps turning

on toward morning,

while loved ones sleep

unaware,

Tiredness melts

into a false perception

of energy,

the body floats

in a sea of hyper-frenzied thoughts,

and I feel high

on life.

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