Sinking into a dry sand
Its surrounding warmth becomes a womb of pity
At first a comfort in its familiar embrace
lulling into a sleep outside of time
Telling you everything you wanted to hear for a bitter bedtime tale
About Me
Hello! I have no idea what i want out of this, but here we are! if you like what you see feel free to subscribe, or don’t, I’m not your boss.
Nicknax- a Rummage bin for my words 
Leave a comment