Days when your eyelids are too weighty to support are a struggle;
full of stolen minutes and seconds of sleep.
When backs are turned and pens are writing,
eyes snap shut for quick break from reality.
Sweaters turn into cozy blankets,
and dimmed classroom lights become an envelope of darkness to fall into.
Lectures and faces blur
as the windows to the world close in slumber.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
Days when your eyelids are too weighty to support are a struggle;
full of stolen minutes and seconds of sleep.
When backs are turned and pens are writing,
eyes snap shut for quick break from reality.
Sweaters turn into cozy blankets,
and dimmed classroom lights become an envelope of darkness to fall into.
Lectures and faces blur
as the windows to the world close in slumber.
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