I don’t sleep often, at least not much
But when I do, and my mind wanders..and I just go so far away from here and I dream and I dream..oh I dream of rivers, and beautiful passages Time suddenly doesn’t exist, and I am so far away I wish I was able to explain what I feel, when I’m not here, when I’m there You probably think its hallucinations, or day dream wandering It feels like an explosion in my head and suddenly I am taking off on a journey when I write I find myself so whole like I have never been I am held on the inches of my body that were never touched and does it feel infinite to be able to breathe through my drowning throughts I wish I was able to visit that place more often, but I guess the best things never happen often They’re special..they are rare kind of like art, and poetry, and high school sweethearts that end up getting married and staying together for ever I crave that rare, and every time I do, no matter how far I am in that dream world fantasizing, know that I am thinking of you. October 11, 2015
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