I LIE ON MY BED, HANDS UNDER MY HEAD

TWILIGHT TOUCHED A DARKER BLUE WITH LIGHTS OF AMETHYST

SMILE ON FACE

WHAT. THE. WHAT.

THE BACK FLOAT

BUT THE WAIT WAS WORTH IT

I CAN DECIDE WHAT I GIVE, BUT IT’S NOT UP TO ME WHAT I GET GIVEN

AND THE SONG SAYS DON’T BE LONELY, IT MAKES ME LONELY

IN THE WARM NEW YORK 4 O’CLOCK LIGHT WE ARE DRIFTING BACK AND FORTH

I’VE STOPPED MY DREAMING (FILM FROM NOW AND THEN)