my favorite time of day is when the day turns into night when the sky starts to pull lavender hues into shades of darkness and i can just exist in beautiful light
can i close my eyes and sleep now dreaming in wisps of smoke like blowing out a candle and kissing someone you love in the dark soft shallow waves come in clocks turn as feelings pool up in the corner of the room there is a light coming in from outside of your window my mind is leaking can i close my eyes and sleep now
curtain call for the moon who really needs stars when i'm holding mine, smoking at the end of my fingers