Sheep in the Sky
my only wish is to exist in the days that I miss if only I could see that special day one more time daydreaming as I'm counting twenty three sheep in the sky and even if it's going to be a clouded foggy memory take me back to the old lived in room I used to adore the nail polish stains covering my floor life is so mysterious, so unpredictable it does the unthinkable, feels unbearable and I think back to visiting my friend's house the collections of small trinkets and art supplies that were so shiny and neat the park we'd go to, the people we'd meet music that plays from a distance trapped in my mind's daunting resistance it is always going to be hard to understand why bad things happen to good people there's constant reminders to thread a new needle you have to have the dark to see the light no matter what age I am, I still don't sleep through the night it's hard to articulate my defense when there's too much ...