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.
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Randompieces that are either unfinished storylines or poetry like tries of mine.