I feel good.

You have made me make me go crazy.
You can sleep peacefully, as my sleep has slept forever.
He said write it down it helps you calm down.
And now I cannot stop writing because I am searching calmness.
Don't tell me to follow any God for it.
I can see God in my beer and in my words.
Both make me do what nothing could do.
They can make me concentrate.
Beer to concentrate on how to reach back home and words how to reach a conclusion.
But neither the beer ends nor the words.
Then I try to walk and let it go.
But my words have started forming lines and all seem perfect.
I described my weakness maybe but I care less now for them.
They who might judge me and ask me questions.
I am under a blanket of smile.
So they don't ask me anymore how do I feel..