May 2017
It's warm here -
Not in the middle, slightly to the left
With my hair *******, laying on the edge
It's warm here -
The catcher's eye blinks red
Creases above my eyes feel swollen
Yet I lay still, unmoving
Watching the kernels on the ceiling pop
Or so I imagine in the dark,
But it's always warm here.
Not in the middle, slightly to the left
With my hair *******, laying on the edge
It's warm here -
The catcher's eye blinks red
Creases above my eyes feel swollen
Yet I lay still, unmoving
Watching the kernels on the ceiling pop
Or so I imagine in the dark,
But it's always warm here.
I don't understand my body. During the school year 4 hours of sleep is like a gift, but next thing you know summer break comes along and my mind says, "Now that you no longer have purpose, let's take a test and see how long you can function without sleep?"
