Poetic Expressions of Love and Conciseness.

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It’s not quiet when you go to sleep every night. The noisy neighbors are still loud, but your use to it. The room isn’t so dark anymore, but the night light keeps you from bumping your toe on a late night bathroom run. The covers still try to smother you if you fall too deep. Dreams are for reality. Rest is in sleep. A lifetime of images continue to intertwine in the minds eye as it awaits definition of a latter. It’s only 8 hours. Perfectly still and motionless. People can’t stand in a crowded elevator patiently for 3 levels, but to undress, lay down, close your eyes, and purposely make yourself unconscious.
I’ll stay chasing your dreams.
It’s not quiet when you go to sleep every night. The noisy neighbors are still loud, but your use to it. The room isn’t so dark anymore, but the night light keeps you from bumping your toe on a late night bathroom run. The covers still try to smother you if you fall too deep. Dreams are for reality. Rest is in sleep. A lifetime of images continue to intertwine in the minds eye as it awaits definition of a latter. It’s only 8 hours. Perfectly still and motionless. People can’t stand in a crowded elevator patiently for 3 levels, but to undress, lay down, close your eyes, and purposely make yourself unconscious.
I’ll stay chasing your dreams.
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