One last stick.
My saviour.
By the window, as always.
Much thoughts but my mind seems strangely blank.
Thoughts.
Thinking.
Everything else.
Makes you wonder, how did it get to this.
Sia in the background, words echoing.
Her voice, a lullaby.
Maybe even.
Warm me up and breathe me.
This is when the darkness falls,
where all else is silent,
no soul awake.
Plant your kiss upon my shoulder.
Lull me to sleep in your embrace.
The slow rise and fall of your breathing.
To keep me company, safe through dreamland.
That I should be kept safe, protected.
Who am I kidding?
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