Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.
You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate
Motherhood is a constant battle of wanting to go to bed early so you can catch up on sleep and wanting to stay awake so you can enjoy some peace and sanity!
You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.
I can push everything into the dark.But it leaves me empty.And the dark always ends up finding me in my sleep
I love her, but every hug leaves bullet holes in my chest. Every kiss is another scar upon my flesh. Every thrust, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips…they are famine to my soul, and I still can’t let her go.
I had a dream about you last night… you kept meowing at people and licking yourself it was not unlike you normally.
I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets, but you wouldn’t talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale, and I was arrested for theft – I took away your dignity as a mannequin
Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.