sleeping in toasters,

When the moon lays low in the land, and shadows are casted by the wild wolf, I lay awake, and wish for somnolence. Instead of sleep, and eye shut dreaming,  I sit by my window and witness the coma of night.  There is a magical air to the moon hours.   Our eyes don't need spectacles to watch the moon's glow.  The mysticism of night, the quietude, how every sun mammal is sleeping.  Have you ever witnessed a leaf being blown into the dead quiet street?

When I'm awake through the night, I feel happy. I feel alive. I feel attached to the earth. I feed on the simplicity of air, and  the quietude of dark... With all of this beauty, there is sacrifice to sailing away from sleep.   When the bells ring for the morning, I am tired, and filled by grumpy guts.  I often forget the importance of sleep. We need sleep for good tempers, good word plucking, and liveliness. When I'm not lively, I cannot be true. I cannot burst with yellow beams, pouring warmth on everything I love.  Without sleep, I yawn, and straddle low like the dirt worms.  Searching, always searching, but never finding what I need.

"The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late."

I sleep better when my blankets turn to Lava, and I sweat.  A summer slumber brings wraths of happiness. Sleep is magic. From our sleep, we discover better days. I've always envied the cinnamon boy who dreams of islands, and Utopian scopes.   For me,  I dream by day, seldom by night.

Slumber, munching, and kisses are so very important for proper breath. I sometimes forget this. I forget to feed my belly with food, my head with sleep, and my lips with kisses.

"Sleep 'til you're hungry, eat 'til you're sleepy."

 For now, I sleep in toasters, and pop out of bed.

Today, I spent the morning snacking on carrot cake, and watching the glow of light streaming from my new laptop. At last, I found myself a new computer. It's blue, like the sky, and it's fast, like electricity.  Tomorrow, I'll spend the morning writing school exams, and wishing I was on a golden beach drinking wine. After my exam, I'm hoping to celebrate with vintage browsing.

My wallet is always thirsty. My closet is always fed.

  Tonight,  I'll take a break from day, and lay in Summer's wings while plucking away worries. The spirits and songs within me chant blissfulness.    I'm clenching white teeth while playing poetry, and garden growing. Full by dreams of wonder, and merriment.


the bears~ and the budding blueberry bush~ parallel to our love.
the day my grandmother died| I remember the cold of my bed| as she whispered from a casket|" keep your dreaming head"
I met an old man| beside the wheat crest| he said "buckle your body to the one who loves you best”
Thank you always (readers, followers, friends, fans)Lend me your cheeks so I can smooch them in gratitudex

what i wore

flower dress- forever 21 $8
wedges- rocket dog $50
black hat- jessica simpson $20

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