Something that I wrote in a strange state of mind, it lead to an interesting opinion on reality.

Time to find!

The mind becomes very creative when we sleep. I am sure we as children had beautiful dreams which were interrupted by our mothers.

Truck driver dreams an impossible dream.

My dreams.

Poem.

Funny story about having to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Inspiration defeats hopelessness…

A poem I wrote a couple of days ago on a dreary Sunday morning, looking out the window, whilst thinking about what to buy my friends for Christmas. Enjoy!

Poem prose, visitation.