Dreams Of An Insomniac
Glimpses Into My Sun-Lit Mind
Friday
Spin Class
The time has come,
the
Walrus
said.
Times I wish I could pause, quicken their pace.
I run miles and miles, proving to myself time can change.
Changes come with time, time rewinds and fast forwards for me.
I continue to push my pace.
Tuesday
Here
It’s hard to say how it happens. How all of the bits of me – even the broken ones – start to tumble.
I think it’s my toes that go first.
Next – my legs and the hallow spaces behind my ribs.
And then my arms all the way down through my wrist bones to the tips of my fingers.
My lips part and I realize that
this
is
what it feels like
to fall.
Saturday
Finally
The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In
Return.
My breath will never be the same again.
My heart flew out of my ear when he told me about his dreams.
822 secrets.
Heart strings
He's tugging at my heart strings.
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