I ain't one much up for writing fancy things. I mean I hang out with the writer's community in SL, but that is because I wish I could be a writer. I used to write a lot. There were so many fantasies and dreams in my head before I got 'conditioned'. I could not sleep at night because I would pull out my notebook covered in stickers and start writing my thoughts down on paper. I had an imagination that never ended. Then real life stepped in and I tended to quit dreaming. It hurt too much to realize that that was all it was....a dream. That what I envisioned would never happen. I want to dream again...(I want my cat to quit chewing on my cell phone at this moment. lol,) Where is the peace? Why am I so ADD that I can not even keep a continual thought going without moving onto a new subject? Where is the peace?..... I sleep before I look at what I have written and know deep in my heart that it can be considered clinically insane.
How many tears does it take to fill a salt shaker? Well? How many?
We Sleep.
