Tough skin made of wool, Lumber Jack hat sitting by the pool. Looking through n hour glass. Suffix the sphinx, my cat my muse. I read the morning paper only to hear sirens and wailing of children. I rest my head on a soft blue pillow. Close my eyes and go to sleep.
No.
Why?
Wellโฆ complicated.
my sensory issues are silly goofy rn. palms are unbearably sensitive. blankets feel weird. i am toasty in the bedroom. my legs hurt. god knew i was too powerful. he nerfed me with insomnia and hella autism. on a different note my cat is snoozing, very cute 10/10 action from her.
Slow as the day goes by. I try and wake up only to find myself back in the slumber. It is a foot away and still I manage. My ears ring with sound of the leaves rustling I am awake at last only to find myself missing. It is quite ambivalent but also abit promiscuous, when something is missing it tells a story and leaves a mark. We talk about lies in the bedroom. Outside ourselves we leave the sheets red and that spoils the fun. But atleast we were there.
