trying to sleep – Tribe Of Flannel

4:57-5:03am

Soft and sinking deep.I know this pillow’s got meas I start to fade away. So many words have left me since the light of my phone faded away. Then the sounds around me driftuntil all I can hear is the slowing of my breathing… The beating of my heart… And the small symphonythat accompanies dreamscomingContinue reading “4:57-5:03am”