DRUNK THOUGHTS: My eyes are having trouble holding this weight of sleep right on the lids. As if the sleep is trying to grasp from the top of the eye lash to slide below. I dont wish to hold onto sleep. I would prefer to have my eyes hold onto you.
DRUNK THOUGHTS:
My eyes are having trouble holding this weight of sleep right on the lids. As if the sleep is trying to grasp from the top of the eye lash to slide below. 

I dont wish to hold onto sleep. I would prefer to have my eyes hold onto you. 

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bebawolf Journal entries from 1/19/19 ▫️◽◻💠◼◾▪
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For me these begin after 12am

DRUNK THOUGHTS: My eyes are having trouble holding this weight of sleep right on the lids. As if the sleep is trying to grasp from the top of the eye lash to slide below. I dont wish to hold onto sleep. I would prefer to have my eyes hold onto you.

Through every slow motioned blink. A gesture you do or a look set from your eyes become stamped into my mind. And I cant help, but to delve into you more and more. As I become drunk from my late night thoughts of you.

Smile, so I can look where to go. Laugh, so I can hear when your near. Blink, so I can become new. Giggling and stumbling from drunk late night thoughts of you. I never want you to figure out. Or these secrets to go around. But what the hell, I'm drunk and I love you.

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