The day’s fatigue from the weight of our restless imaginations. We find out thoughts bathing in the sunset.
Tonight is for sleeping beneath the warmth of dreams. The comfort of hopeful delight.
No alarms to disrupt our future; the morning can wait, while we snooze.
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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