the poltergeist of a former gifted student
all i ever want is to sleep or more aptly lay in that last moment of slippingconsciousness where everything loses weight the slow tumble intonothingness wherenoneofthis madness exists just fuzz and a pillow held extraclose whatever anyonehopestofind here doesntexist but far be it formetojudge someone else’s delusion my sleep cycle is much the same as […]