As I write these words, I await the soothing comforting feeling that Passiflora incarnata and Lady's Slipper will provide me.
The sleep realm awaits and I wonder what I will find there. It is mind-boggling when you think about all the images that are created by your brain every single night when you dream. What is their purpose? Are you supposed to interpret the images to help you in your waking life? Or are they merely there to distract you from the dullness of unconsciousness? Maybe they allow us to connect into the collective consciousness, like quantum particles resonating with each other through the folds of space and time.
Sleep must never elude me, for when it does, I will no longer be.
sleeping is giving in,
ReplyDeleteno matter what the time is.
sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eye lids.
People say that you'll die,
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your sons, scare daughters.