Somewhere between 1am and alarm o’clock there is a line. Crossing it is walking into dreams rather than sleeping there; those odd hours where the smudging of actuality and imagination is strongest. I wake not sure what transpired and what I dreamed. Some days I like that uncertainty.
1 comment:
i have a different definition of smudging but i can't tell you here. ask me later.
not that you'd really want to know... just thought it was funny.
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