sweet night into restless dreams
remnants of regret
Thank goodness it's Friday. I want to sleep in tomorrow.
I miss the days of when words flowed free from my fingertips, when daydreams spoke vivid words and turned into fanciful stories worth telling. I miss that bubble of wonder when the new day begins, the spark of possibility lighting my imagination.
Or maybe I should just say I miss my Muse, always flying free from me.
The A's won. The Cardinals won. Oh baseball, how you can soothe my soul. :)