My Strange Awakening
What am I doing here?
When I close my eyes, then cross over to worlds unimaginable, I awake somewhere else and say to myself, We are all far from home. Later I walk to a window looking out on a crowded street and suddenly I realize everyone must be a drunkard, just stumbling along through time and place in various stages of sleep. My strange awakening may be nothing more than another stage of sleep. It does not matter so long as my heart has hands to embrace everything with the faith it all belongs.
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- Jonah · September 17‹ Nothing is MissingMore Loving ›