I had a friend
who used to say
that sleep is for the weak.
I guess I’m strong,
as it never comes
easily to me,
even when it should.
It’s a guest that’s
often easy to avoid
and never catches me
off guard.
Today I hope
for dreamless sleep,
for only then
I truly rest.
As dreams are often
quite alive
and full of colour
in my nights.
Aaah Vilnius, one of my favorite cities, though I only spent a week on Lithuanian soil, got the taste for the art of Curlionis, and the Hill of the Crosses showed up in a piece of creative writing I did at school last semester. Good luck in the marathon.
Thank you 🙂 Always love to hear that someone else got inspired by my city!