when you awaken at 2:30 am and you step outside to smoke,
and everything is quiet,
and everyone on the bit of earth where you are is fast asleep
and nothing is pressing
and everything is still... and soft,
these are the kind of private moments I yearn for the most in life

I wish to live in a sea of satin;
with my brain as a cushion and my thoughts as the breeze

gently rocking, with sleep weighing heavily on my lids,

gently drifting, within dreams and prisms and visions of warmth