I hate how frail my mind can be.
I hate that something my subconscious imagination has created can bring so much pain to my entire being. 416 more words
Last night I dreamed you came to me in lovely form with a gentle spirit.
The nights I sleep best are the nights you appear in my dreams, nights you come to me in the sweet smell of roses beaming like you’ve won first place in a small town’s annual beauty pageant. 135 more words