we're gonna wash away

I like washing before bed to clean the insomnia before it creates a film on my face. I rub the boy out of my eyelashes and let him run off of my face. I scrub the panic and worry from out of my teeth and most importantly I wipe away everything and dry the dreams so nothing ever distracts the rest or can disillusion the sleep. At all.

If anything would work

sometimes I wish there was a cure for mental hunger. Can I have some mind food please, it would mean a lot to me. To see you randomly will swirl me roughly thanks.