Begrudgingly I delve into the memory bank! Long past feelings and memories dredge up … I’ll appease unwanted surging memoirs with … well, isn’t that what writing’s for?
Dream is not in my vocabulary, neither during the day or night. Recollections of dealing with the angsting, pacing, fear and dread through endless sleepless nights while waiting for the fear of sleep to abate and pleading within for the soaring, the flying, the yearnings to land and the flight to end are no more.
Angry exhausted mornings are no more.
Seeking sleep with a clear mind where prescribed benzos are no longer the lull-a-bye are no more.
Now light reading, meditation and internal peace makes the ultimate end to each day. If the dream is sweet for you, be grateful!