Some days there are no words but these:
Once upon a time
I need to sleep
Said the girl who made sleep
Her enemy
Maybe it was the whiskey
Or the screentime
Maybe it was the history
All those boxes still unchecked
Maybe it was the miles
That I didn’t run
Sometimes it’s just the thoughts
Running miles and miles
Think of that blue sky
Think of this as a lullaby
May the novels your dreams write
Be gentle with your heart tonight
With Love,
Natalie