Frost pocket A warmth upon my cheek A light behind my eyelid As I walk within my sleep And wake beyond my twilight AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
The remains of yesterday I was sitting in the dark and wondered if it was a metaphor or whether I was just too lazy to turn on the light when I realized that it was a metaphor for laziness. Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading...