There is no longer a need for sleep. My dreams now manifest in daylight. These white knuckles wrestle stars into one another against the morning sky. The vail of daylight slowly emerges. pushing your face back into the darkness. It’s never the version we want, this thing called love.
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC
There is no longer a need for sleep. My dreams now manifest in daylight. These white knuckles wrestle stars into one another against the morning sky. The vail of daylight slowly emerges. pushing your face back into the darkness. It’s never the version we want, this thing called love.
