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You will never know how long it took for pen to reach paper

Soaking in script of washed out pages.

Countless times the words have dropped balanced on the back of my mind.

Projecting feelings to the sky.

Hoping they land close to home.

Ending conversations with a wish for dreams and rest.

Feeling incomplete with anything less.

Asking to sleep at your feet or at least

In the vicinity of the ground you walk on.

Traveling great lengths to worship here.

I will not take kindly to being turned away.

Projecting feelings to the sky.

Hoping they land close to home.

Ending conversations with a wish for dreams and rest.

Feeling incomplete with anything less.

Courage has never found its way, lighter than air.

Social paradigms, conditions rare.

If judgement under sheets comes easy you must find pleasure in destroying me.

Measuring sleep by number of dreams.

Remembering it is now quantity but quality of the thought that counts.

Numbers don’t add up.

The inevitable in between.