I got so used to sleeping with my fan on all night every night last summer than I can't sleep without the noise, not even in winter. Granted when it's cold I point it away from my bed.
I got so used to sleeping with my fan on all night every night last summer than I can't sleep without the noise, not even in winter. Granted when it's cold I point it away from my bed.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow