sleepiness is itchy
the hair touching my face is poking my cheeks with every bump in the road, begging to bother.
my long sleeve shirt and jacket is scrunched up together in the armpit.
after a long day in someone else's city, we journey back to fall asleep in our own.
im gazing out at the large dark body of water, whizzing past the sparse orange streetlamps illuminating the road,
dark blue and black shapes beyond.
dreamy acoustic guitar paired with hopeful singing playing on the radio.
mouth is dry and eyelids are heavy.
i feel safe enough to sleep.
such affection i feel.
i want to look into my friends' eyes when they make me laugh and hold onto their hands;
to show i care, i see them.
even if i cannot see past the foreground besides the deep aqua of trees and shrub,
i trust that it is all beautiful,
in the same way i look around at the shadowy outlines of my friends' faces in this dark car,
and know that they are beautiful.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
sleepiness is itchy
the hair touching my face is poking my cheeks with every bump in the road, begging to bother.
my long sleeve shirt and jacket is scrunched up together in the armpit.
after a long day in someone else's city, we journey back to fall asleep in our own.
im gazing out at the large dark body of water, whizzing past the sparse orange streetlamps illuminating the road,
dark blue and black shapes beyond.
dreamy acoustic guitar paired with hopeful singing playing on the radio.
mouth is dry and eyelids are heavy.
i feel safe enough to sleep.
such affection i feel.
i want to look into my friends' eyes when they make me laugh and hold onto their hands;
to show i care, i see them.
even if i cannot see past the foreground besides the deep aqua of trees and shrub,
i trust that it is all beautiful,
in the same way i look around at the shadowy outlines of my friends' faces in this dark car,
and know that they are beautiful.
♡ daytrip in montreal, apr '24
