" I know we won't want for much, It's just me and you and a bed
and a shoreline."
Last night I never went to bed
I laid my head to rest upon my pillow and started drifting in and
out of reality
I was talking, either out loud or it was a fragmentation of my mind,
I was talking to myself about my notes
atleast I think that's what I was talking about
I feel as if I'm wasting time whilst sleeping, coincidentally I also
feel like sleeping is a recluse, I can spend a little time out of my
mind
I don't dream, it's black, empty, comforting space.
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