They say you will forget it if you don’t write it down
My nights are swelling with dreams too soon forgotten
Moments too quickly passing
They say you will forget it if you don’t write it down
My nights are swelling with dreams too soon forgotten
Moments too quickly passing
By pressing my ear against the cold tile on the bathroom floor,
Somewhere between solitary confinement and over exposure lies the delicate space of joy
Craving one while experiencing the other is a hard habit to break