In the cradle of my sheets, my quiet home.
The silence wrapped me; it felt right—
No gifts, no lights, just the weight of the night.
A week ago, I let the numbness go,
Stopped the meds to let the shadows show.
In the cradle of my sheets, my quiet home.
The silence wrapped me; it felt right—
No gifts, no lights, just the weight of the night.
A week ago, I let the numbness go,
Stopped the meds to let the shadows show.
Also me, mid-layover: “Can you deep-fry Swedish Fish, or should I just mainline this bag since chewing is just too hard”
Also me, mid-layover: “Can you deep-fry Swedish Fish, or should I just mainline this bag since chewing is just too hard”