Do you ever wish you could live in your dream?
What we wouldn’t give sometimes to be able to go back to
sleep, even if just for a little bit more.
To find out what happens next.
To finish the saga.
To dream.
What disenchantment, when we recognize it’s not the truth,
when we feel the pillow beneath our head.
It’s so much worse the longer it takes.
A dream held in the head persistent is all the more wounding
when exposed.
May I stay in my dreams forever?
Let me stay asleep past morning,
Engulfed in the fog of fantasy,
Pursuing my dreams.
I love to dream. I am also really liking your new style of blogging. It's very poetic; one might say it is almost soothing to read.
ReplyDeleteThomas, The normal crazy is just expanded of course! You must know that by now after knowing me for so many years. Ahhh dreams...it's hard to let a dream die....or figure out that it is really just a dream. Painful....I'm sorry. Come home. ~Linn
ReplyDeleteEven though you couldn't come...thought i would let you know that you were missed this last weekend. Coming home for Christmas?...if so let me know if and when you might want to do something.
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