the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Happy that I'm busy. I forget that there is a joy in being bone-tired, how food tastes better and how the bed becomes the most wonderful place in the world. I went to bed before 10pm last night and slept deeply, with only a few odd dreams.