written 9/16/17
my eyelids feel heavy, yet the weight isn't enough to send me off to slumber.
instead, they merely tiptoe into the foundations of either some dream world or a nothing pull.
despite many tries, I can't control which slip of unconscious I'll walk around; I'm just hoping that tonight will be a peaceful one whilst in the real world it's scattered in storm clouds.
YOU ARE READING
soft sounds from someone
De Todopieces that are either unfinished storylines or poetry like tries of mine.
