poor things

poor things should just
go to
sleep....

little do they
know

they sing to the bleak.

they could cover
their eyes
with
leaves and branches.

but then theres
the wind
to stir their

wake.

ditto

no not really,

she said...

but

dont you love to get sunburnt?

or those last couple minutes right before
the sun goes down?

or those moments before you fall

asleep?

you know, where your almost dreaming, in limbo kinda?

or

what about when you take off your socks in bed

and the covers feel better then ever?

or

how about those songs you cant listen too

because they/re just too good?

those songs need to be cherished...

you know?


ditto,

he said.