jody

I already knew that a large number of my favorite songs mentioned sleep in some way. Maybe because, in the right circumstances, sleep is just so perfect. Not when I'm over exhausted, but when a languorous feeling comes over me. In a chilly room with a heavy blanket. And if I'm not alone, curled up next to someone. Arms thrown across each other. Our foreheads touching. Feeling their breathing deepen as you fall away from the world.

I am thoughtful. I feel lost, yet hopeful.

My brain is telling me where I want to be, but not providing any sort of map of the way. A destination does not make a feasible plan.

I think I may be ranting. I think I may be getting sick as I feel a bit feverish. Excuse any lack of lucidity.

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