Headache today
And greasy hair
Dreams of cream-colored kittens and the tenderness of a man I will never love--I slept for eleven hours last night
Yesterday was beautiful
Pearl necklace and shiny black boots
But I left my coat on all night long
I left my coat on all night long and now the only parts of me that feel awake are the parts it didn't cover
Sitting in bed with laundry, the afternoon turns evening as my tea cools
I build up these moments inside my head and then the clock strikes them down and leaves me empty again
It's cold inside this drafty room and my heart is softly racing
I think I might be made of sand
Sand packed around buzzing bones and sewn inside some strange, fragile cloth
The big things are just sand and the little things are just sand
And if my dreams or this world want to cut me I know I will apologize
Because that's all that will spill out
--mister sandman // 4lornly
