google your way home
falling asleep is impossible, particularly when I try to
[ and it’s late and it’s almost autumn and some synapses are getting way ahead of me and i can’t help but think about how when i’ll grow up i won’t be so addicted to certain sensory input patterns and probably won’t mind sleeping alone that much either and how i neglected all efforts to prove that theory on clouds or all the distance my fingertips can cover not that it’s important my mind just wonders/wanders on an irregular basis and i kind of missed this feeling ]
