Last night, ever though all my will was bent towards a restful slumber, continually was I plauged with the enthusiasm as given to one whom the idea of time was but a newfound enjoyment, marking every hour ere it passed. Visions both foul and fare wracked the few bits of rest I was able to find in between. Of such potency were they, that often I would find myself briefly waking up crying out or in the midst of speaking to those whom occupied my turbulent dreamscape.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 16:15:05 +0000
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