Mister Brother by Michael Cunnigham
Two must-reads for those that haven't.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head, I cannot sleep , my minds alight; and yet my limbs seems made of lead.
of flying wings and soaring leap?
-As I surrender unto sleep.-
This song plays in my head when I try to clear it.
Babies. White sand. Black room. Gray morning sky. The light dancing beneath my eyelids.
Slumber.
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