01 December 2014

What dreams may come

The dreaming is exhausting. 

There are things buried in my mind that I'd really rather not see ... And they show up in my sleep, then those visions haunt me through the day. 

I feel betrayed by my own mind. 


  1. I am so sorry this is happening to you....((((HUGS))))

  2. (((Lonna))) I've been out of the loop for almost a year - so glad to see you're still playing with fibre, and blogging about it (and about farming and family and all that other great stuff...). Going to go read and catch up now! :)


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