doesn't he look so very peaceful. tucked away in a little corner of the departure hall. blissfully asleep, ignorant of the voyeuristic photo being taken of him with his exposed belly.
it is the slumber of the desperate. the peace of the ignorant.
once again, she let the night slip by.
hidden amongst little castles in the sky.
such a sweet escape.
stop watching the world go past.
dont ignore the cries of the heart.
she needs to find that anchor for her soul.
the certainty and a promise to make her whole.
life holds no meaning if all its answers were in a tiny little bowl.
with that said, it is challenging when that tiny bowl is as big as the ocean,
and my answers are as elusive as those shy little mandarin fish.
sleep is not for the weak.
sleep, really, is for those with no more strength to seek.
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