Tomorrow I’llawaken knowingyou and I arenever going to beonthe samepage and I’ll…
you are the pagei cannot turnmy eyes returnthe words unchangedi know so desperatelydespairingly wellunendinglyunendingthis ending
Nothing could be more thrilling than,Rifling through the pages of a new book,And inhaling its crisp aroma,To revive all my senses.
He: ‘are we going to sleep like good children ‘
she writes “morning pages”
Turn every part of meTowards the end – I see the light