I Love to Write
She lives in the realm of half sleep, the twilight of my existence. There is no tactile feel to her. yet.
I feel her in my dreams.
Sleeping every night with me even when I am alone. She feeds my soul with her words, even though I cannot hear her.
She will be the end of the search, The termination of the terrible journey to happiness.
She will be the light.
I feel her in my dreams.
Sleeping every night with me even when I am alone. She feeds my soul with her words, even though I cannot hear her.
She will be the end of the search, The termination of the terrible journey to happiness.
She will be the light.
51-55, M
