Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Every night when I lie down on the cold sheets of the bed, relaxed, waiting for the sleep to come and take me away, I think to myself: if sleeping is a good part of my day, then why can't death be a good part of my life?

A day without sleep,

A Life without death,

One, a mare; the other, the sweetest of all dreams. . .

1 comment:

Unknown said...

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