For, five.
the past few months,
I sleep,
minimum.
The days are short and the night is long.
I’ve ended my relationship with the sun and rely on artificial gummies to replace the nutrients the sun once gave me.
The man in the moon makes frequent stops, i ignore him,
waiting for the sun to rest upon my face,
so it can watch me sleep.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
For, five.
the past few months,
I sleep,
minimum.
The days are short and the night is long.
I’ve ended my relationship with the sun and rely on artificial gummies to replace the nutrients the sun once gave me.
The man in the moon makes frequent stops, i ignore him,
waiting for the sun to rest upon my face,
so it can watch me sleep.
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