I'm feeling artsy. I think I'll post a poem.
A ray of sun shines down
penetrates my dreamings
a world so vast disturbed
by a spiders' web of bright.
A shifting conciousness lets itself go
slipping back into the one place
where it is safest
but is never safe.
...I need more sleep, my last entry had pictures, at least.
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