all i ever want to do is sleep, until it gets to the time at night when i'm supposed to sleep.
then there are a million things i want to do, and none of them are really plausible, or logical, or a good idea.
when i get too sleepy, my head falls and my world pulsates in a way that i cannot control, and i do not try to fight.
"i sank into the sea
wrapped in piano strings
few words could open me
but you knew them all"