"If it weren't for pot...I'd be dead today." Willie Nelson
I love that moment right before you fall asleep, or at least, the last moment you remember thinking you can't hold your eyes open another second. And then you just drift away. I love to sleep.
I love to dream. Today little pieces of nonsense kept coming back to me from my dreams last night. They're like whisps of wind, you never really catch hold of them, but all throughout the day those little memories would slip in and out of my consciousness much like the dreams they were in the first place.
I'm going to bed now, to fall off to that place where anything can happen, and sometimes the most amazing things SEEM to, but truly nothing does, unless you count replenishing your body and mind. Somehow that seems less selfish than saying I just love to sleep, and I love it when I dream.
I love to dream. Today little pieces of nonsense kept coming back to me from my dreams last night. They're like whisps of wind, you never really catch hold of them, but all throughout the day those little memories would slip in and out of my consciousness much like the dreams they were in the first place.
I'm going to bed now, to fall off to that place where anything can happen, and sometimes the most amazing things SEEM to, but truly nothing does, unless you count replenishing your body and mind. Somehow that seems less selfish than saying I just love to sleep, and I love it when I dream.