Ungefär så. 

sov

Torsdags tunes.
Var på sjukhuset idag. Sjuka folk, sjukhusfolk & sjukhus doft. Ruggigt.
Och en kväll som känns som ett ända stort rökmoln med patron cafe on top!
xxx

nightly

04.33

Their words mostly noises.
Ghosts with just voices.
Your voice in my memory.
Are like music to me.

I'm miles from where you are.
I lay down on a cold ground.
And I, I pray that something picks me up.
And sets me down in your warm arms.