I lay in my bed,
my eyes are closed but I'm awake,
a rush of cold air flows through my window,
it smells as sweet as the rain outside,
I breathe in heavily,
as I exhale, my chest lowers
I pull my blanket to my shoulders,
Who knew August could be so cold?
Another gust flows in,
I breathe in,
I breathe out,
this is relaxation,
and even if I never sleep,
the sweet bass of Norah Jones,
is better than any dream













Comments
*shocked and awed*
*not faving whahaha...*
meh now I feel bad...favs
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10% Luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% pain = 100% reason to remember the name.
you made me visualize what you were describing
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