Sunday, December 27, 2009

Delicate Slumber

I grasp at sleep as though it were made of fine gossamer threads, yet no matter how gently I hold it, it always manages to slip ever so delicately and gracefully through my fingers. . .

And yet again I watch the dawn in all its glory rise above the horizon, gradually waking the world from the slumber i so desperately crave.

"I'm so tired I can't sleep, Sit & drink Pennyroyal tea." - Pennyroyal Tea, Kurt Cobain, NIRVANA


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