burtlo

My body has wholly rejected sleep. When I do lay in bed, in-musical utero, my mind's machinations continue on until the very last moments before the buzzing of the alarm. It is only around those jarring moments that I find sleep through pure exhaustion. Rising finally, my musical vestments haunting me through my morning routine. Resounding throughout the day and redoubling my disorientation with reality.

If I saw you now
Could I look in your eyes?

Do you think of me
Like I dream of you?

Do you wish you were here
Like I wish I was with you?
~ The Breeders - Do You Love Me Now?