LJ Idol: The Blue Hour
Well the sun rose
With so many colors it nearly broke my heart
It worked me over like a work of art
And I was part of all thatMornings aren't easy for me. The pull of sleep, of dreams, of rest is so strong. The warmth of my bed, the coziness and safety of the nest of pillows and blankets I've built, the hazy light coming through the curtains -- I'm ( Read more... )
With so many colors it nearly broke my heart
It worked me over like a work of art
And I was part of all thatMornings aren't easy for me. The pull of sleep, of dreams, of rest is so strong. The warmth of my bed, the coziness and safety of the nest of pillows and blankets I've built, the hazy light coming through the curtains -- I'm ( Read more... )
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