5/30

As i lay in a bed layered with sand fighting weights tied to the end of my bags
sleep stares me in the face while i think of you
Gazing at the stars seeing into the moon
that particular lady image turns into you
Strapping my mind to the failed attempts of apollo
Reach doesnt seem to want me to have you
When all i want is you
That sun chip
Honey dip
Candy corn
I cant believe its not butter
But it is type want
tell me what can i do
its getting to the point where
my sheeps look more like sugar plums dancing in my head everytime i put sleep as my destination
unconsiencely wrapping my limbs with that one crestly folded shirt you left behind in my draw
pillows magically turning into comfort like your arms
I find them surrounding me
like a liciorious noose
Dangerouse but able to be chewed through
It's 3a.m && sleep has yet to consume me
The footprints along the walls are getting closer to the floor
i wish you were hear to settle the score
room filling with an aruma that reminds me of your abandonment
when will this vacation end
Soon i will be forced to jump in a ditch with a trench coat on hoping that fluffy clouds are what i land on just so i can get some sleep && forget you
My dimond cut symbolic stone that seems to be cursed by awaken eyes
as i lay in my bed fighting with weights tied to the end of my bags i cant help but to think what if you didn't exist