is the grass any bluer...

is the grass any bluer...
on the other side?

Friday, July 10, 2015

Sleep Is Precious

I miss the restorative powers of sleep. 


I long for a dream, be it sad or glad. 


Dreams involve a release of my conscious self. 

My awake face doesn't dream. It smiles and nods approval despite the frown that furrows beneath my brow. 

In my dreams, I don't worry. It's all about sheer happiness or complete terror, for which there is no time for worry. 

I hope tomorrow is good. For all of us. 
Peace
KT

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