“If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If you're a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!” -Shel Silverstein
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Insomnia
Hmmmm. Not being able to sleep very well, or at all, gives a person a lot of time to think. Time is your enemy and your friend at night, in the quiet darkness that surrounds you. Your mind wanders and your imagination peaks because you have nothing else to do. Your earliest and irretrivable memories take on new and fantastic shapes, creating partial realities and magical places. Or at least they do for me. Slowly, sleep tires the eyes and the dim shapes of night begin to blurr. Those memories, partial realities and magical places become your dreams. And you can live in the past once again.
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