Beautiful Sleeper
<< 11:55 a.m. - Saturday, Aug. 23, 2003 >>
I closed late and opened early. And in between those times of my unconscious jumbled dreams I earned a sore neck and the pang of regret. Gave my hand a squeeze and then I suddenly I watch all my things take flight into the air and hover unsteadily. Come back down to the ground. Come back. I don�t like this doubt.

I�m sorry for the internal chaos I�ve created. I�m sorry for my dead silence and glassy eyes. I�m sorry. I need solid words. I�m breaking under this mountain of uncertainty.

"But everything passes,
And like a cloud before the moon,
Blink and you're gone.
"