Pale blue light peeks through the shutters
An aero plane growls overhead
And again I find my self sleeping at the foot of a supervisors bed frame
Once again my thoughts stir and churn around my skull like some toxic butter that always ends up spilling into my stomach and making me wish I hadn't indulged in any of the activities that would've led me to this moment
This moment of being morally nauseous
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Pale blue light peeks through the shutters
An aero plane growls overhead
And again I find my self sleeping at the foot of a supervisors bed frame
Once again my thoughts stir and churn around my skull like some toxic butter that always ends up spilling into my stomach and making me wish I hadn't indulged in any of the activities that would've led me to this moment
This moment of being morally nauseous
