ashleyandrewsSep 20, 20211 min readheavyHeavy, my eyes with sleep. My heart with longings. My head with ideas. My lips with sweet nothings. My body with the sensations left behind from you.
Heavy, my eyes with sleep. My heart with longings. My head with ideas. My lips with sweet nothings. My body with the sensations left behind from you.
the museat some point might there be a bit of inevitability to our actions if it's as clear as breathing our vices should there be such a question of motivation if there is but one thing that keeps us moving