Acetate 

    i can hear the stop and start of the garbage truck out side  heavy and tired gears   its cold out  theres still mist on my windows  woke up tired and warm under my covers  sometimes thats the prettiest world to exist in  alone and covered by the dust of your dreams  the warmth of rest  if you can find rest  the outside world is changing colours   becoming bare and scarce under the winter sun  the light has changed, burning bright and harsh  deep shadows   inside i’m changing  i’m worried about how much

 

i can hear the stop and start of the garbage truck out side

heavy and tired gears 

its cold out

theres still mist on my windows

woke up tired and warm under my covers

sometimes thats the prettiest world to exist in

alone and covered by the dust of your dreams

the warmth of rest

if you can find rest

the outside world is changing colours 

becoming bare and scarce under the winter sun

the light has changed, burning bright and harsh

deep shadows 

inside i’m changing

i’m worried about how much