I don't sleep anymore.
Instead,
I dream.
I dream myself in and out of reality
Weaving between fears
And Hopes.
I'm always tired,
My body may rest but I don't.
I never do anymore.
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1 comment:
This is beautiful, dear... and I can so relate right now. I never seem to wake from my dreams these days. (Which sounds like it should be a good thing, doesn't it?)
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