confessions of a mad ginger.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
subconscious
blood and body mass
connect, swirled whirled
mush.
i sleep to dream
and yet
my dreams always end up killing me.
i awake to find
myself still alive
deep breath
realize
life is more precious than sleep can imagine.
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