It’s quite simple;
when you pry greyed sleep
away from the vibrant landscape
at the ends of your fingers,
what becomes the focus
is not Who or Why
or even When
but just sensation,
taken deep inside
like a belonging
without question.
It’s quite simple;
when you pry greyed sleep
away from the vibrant landscape
at the ends of your fingers,
what becomes the focus
is not Who or Why
or even When
but just sensation,
taken deep inside
like a belonging
without question.