i keep falling asleep asleep i keep seeing you in my sleep dreaming of you in my sleep seeing tired tiled floors of other peoples houses of girls in white dresses wet from the bathroom sink already we're waiting and im falling asleep my eyes blur when im awake and writing and spitting out time in a misdemeanor offensive natures and the ways I cant roll my mouth into a sad smile that says i really am happy in these colourful clothes. i stopped wearing black when i was 15 and i realized how discusting it feels to be so bland and unhealthy looking in the middle of the day, save that for the nights when youre lying alone in your bed cradling your floating ribcage against the pastey images of sadness in the daytime voices of television and the nighttime road and landscapes of these highways you cant come across. oh sad highways, and meandering rivers, the ones climbing down your cheeks to your chin to the depth of your collar bones the one you press to feel to hear your heart beating in disarray. night time time time to swim to these far off places, time to sleep in the day time and forget why you're sad in the first place. you grow up, to be old to be more melodious and blended and sad in these sinking dreams.