Written by: rochelle smith

late  tonight  i cannot  sleep  , noises  in my head  keep  me  above  water  , sounds  outside  id  rather  hide  ,  is  there  a time  i can  slow  this  prosess, keep the  quite  in  for  a  while  ,  with an distingusting smile  , walk about  with  glass  feet  ,  touching  the  sky  before  i die  .