more.
Subconsciously in a state of automated breathing,
eyes closed but not tightly,
barely drifting.
silk, twill or cotton won't matter in a moment.
in avenue of fresh,
pillowed eyes are street lights,
guiding.
to where.
never thought that through.
restart.
Rustled through the nevermind,
kicking open the rear portal,
hair ablaze as a scamper of groggy tail struts about.
slide onto,
into,
under,
inside.
Shift,
relax,
or try to.
eyes pursed as if to kiss my pupils goodnight.
steady your heavy,
as it drops to soft.
Captains log,
a fleet of stars,
passing my after a blow to the head confabulates them to be.
to be.
To be?
The silk, twill or cotton of nevermind away from my sense,
drifting,
barely,
turning back onto the avenue of fresh.
heading towards the start of my overnight hiatus.
eyes closed tightly,
in a subconscious state of automated breathing.
eyes closed but not tightly,
barely drifting.
silk, twill or cotton won't matter in a moment.
in avenue of fresh,
pillowed eyes are street lights,
guiding.
to where.
never thought that through.
restart.
Rustled through the nevermind,
kicking open the rear portal,
hair ablaze as a scamper of groggy tail struts about.
slide onto,
into,
under,
inside.
Shift,
relax,
or try to.
eyes pursed as if to kiss my pupils goodnight.
steady your heavy,
as it drops to soft.
Captains log,
a fleet of stars,
passing my after a blow to the head confabulates them to be.
to be.
To be?
The silk, twill or cotton of nevermind away from my sense,
drifting,
barely,
turning back onto the avenue of fresh.
heading towards the start of my overnight hiatus.
eyes closed tightly,
in a subconscious state of automated breathing.