Thursday, 17 September 2015

Get Your Head Out Of The Oven

     And all I see is little dots. Only in my dreams. I want to sleep all day long. No more daydreaming. I want to become even more shallow. Than what I already am. Pull myself under the covers. Hit me in the face. So I can finally faint and sleep. You're out of space. Listen. Don't wait.
     I saw sparks. I saw sparks.

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