This is how I felt all day,
now and most likely before I close my eyes to
sleep.
When you step into a pile of day old dog pooh. Scrape it off your shoe but there's that little bit still left. No time to completely remove it. So you continue on your way hoping the rest will self remove but it doesn't.
Ah sleep. It renders me to a state of subconsciousness. I lose myself in an excess of memories past. Not knowing what will appear next. Soaring through and over deep canyons. Or a medley of ambiguous colors flying through my mind. In stark reality I could stand on a precipice. To fall from this great peril only to land standing umharmed.
Sleep I await your embrace."To sleep, perchance to dream".‡
Sheilah Say
‡William Shakespeare, Hamlet
When you step into a pile of day old dog pooh. Scrape it off your shoe but there's that little bit still left. No time to completely remove it. So you continue on your way hoping the rest will self remove but it doesn't.
Ah sleep. It renders me to a state of subconsciousness. I lose myself in an excess of memories past. Not knowing what will appear next. Soaring through and over deep canyons. Or a medley of ambiguous colors flying through my mind. In stark reality I could stand on a precipice. To fall from this great peril only to land standing umharmed.
Sleep I await your embrace."To sleep, perchance to dream".‡
Sheilah Say
‡William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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