Candid Thoughts | Sleep

I go night fishing and cast out for dreams. Memories nibble my hook; I won’t take the bait, because the best ones are bottom feeders. Photo Credit


I have more left to say than I have things to do. I can’t tell you to leave if you don’t know how to move. You’re a full glass, spilling splurges of wine all over the floor. I am tempted to clean your stains, but we’ve been here before. You break, break, break,          away and I …