I’m sorry I’ve been writing really short things lately — I’ve been really busy at work and my brain is full.
I’ll leave this with you — it’s an old one:
… and in the end, I found my way back home
Through forest fog, through sodden leaves that night,
Until I saw the street lights of the town
And felt new as I stepped into their light.
Can one be with a friend while sleeping sound?
If so, I felt a presence in my dream
For just a moment, chuckling with me;
Perhaps we’re less abandoned than we seem.
Words Like Me 