I tossed and turned all night.
Not because I couldn’t fall asleep,
but because I couldn’t wake up.
Many, many days of burning
will pull apart the sufferings of a dream.
writings by brock palmer
I tossed and turned all night.
Not because I couldn’t fall asleep,
but because I couldn’t wake up.
Many, many days of burning
will pull apart the sufferings of a dream.