self-portraits. august 2021.
I can't be left to my imagination
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep
Their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper
Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep
Their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep
And they say they take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper
