Worst Beautiful Distraction
you reach slowly and the feeling thoroughly grows.
you're always there— comforting, and i'm always pleased to meet you.
but you're impairing.
i dont want to work, i dont want to sleep, i waste so much time.
i wake up tiredly, i cant think,
i dont want to think.
have i wandered off too far?
however,
there is something so delicate about this time, so fragile.
and if nothing ever comes of it,
at least i have known this feeling.
it is something i can always keep close to me,
to draw from in my darkest hour— like a ray of unspent sunshine.
Worst Beautiful Distraction
you reach slowly and the feeling thoroughly grows.
you're always there— comforting, and i'm always pleased to meet you.
but you're impairing.
i dont want to work, i dont want to sleep, i waste so much time.
i wake up tiredly, i cant think,
i dont want to think.
have i wandered off too far?
however,
there is something so delicate about this time, so fragile.
and if nothing ever comes of it,
at least i have known this feeling.
it is something i can always keep close to me,
to draw from in my darkest hour— like a ray of unspent sunshine.
