"Dreaming My Dream" - The Cranberries Damn... This is what I wanted to write about early yesterday morning (before the unfortunate distraction). It's a day late, but I'm never on time anyway. I've been sleeping before my curfew (2:00 am). In bed by 12:30 and knocked out by 1:00, but now I just wake up at 5 on the dot. This is definitely unusual territory for me. It's not like I get all the way up and do jumping jacks or even roll out of bed. I'm just lying there, thinking, and irritated that I'm not sleeping. And on Tuesday I woke up feeling extremely sad over yet another dream. You weren't in it. At least I didn't see you...but for some reason I was at your house. I talked to your dad a bit and he was so distraught. He said no one had been home for a while and so there was no one to take care of Sabrina. She passed away in three days because of it. I sat on the wooden floor by his side trying to console him. Your sister came in shortly thereaf...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.