The lines connecting us Are jagged and broken Snagging bits of dark That cling to us Along the way Memories boiling In a cauldron Filled to the brim With dashed hopes And dying dreams It’s a rotten stew To sit down to So I don’t think I will This time They can eat alone I…
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I worry despite my best efforts NOT to worry. When I am very tired my mind will create trauma’s where none have occurred. This is a true story UNTIL I realized I had fallen asleep… and then I woke up in a panic and my mind raced through several fictions before I was able to…
My dreams are always from my perspective, I am always me, and they are as real as my waking life. Most of the time the dream is light; I will have a conversation or do something that will solve a real life problem I have been having. Those dreams are always handy. If my life…
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