Slipping into Slumber
Falling asleep is one of those feelings you can’t really describe.
It’s like your body is being pulled by an anchor
into a puddle of sweet liquid feathers
while your mind is humming happily —
slipping and sliding on a steamy thick warm glassyice surface,
And the top layer of your skin is being tugged
towards the clouds by little smiling fireflies.
That is what slipping into slumberfeels like.
It’s like your body is being pulled by an anchor
into a puddle of sweet liquid feathers
while your mind is humming happily —
slipping and sliding on a steamy thick warm glassyice surface,
And the top layer of your skin is being tugged
towards the clouds by little smiling fireflies.
That is what slipping into slumberfeels like.
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I'm not so sure where this would fit. I decided it could pass as a poem. I like to write about those kinds of feelings you can't describe using metaphors and what not. Tell me what you think about this and if you understand this feeling I'm describing haha.