Dogs howl, and the night is nearly done, for miles and miles the dark blue sky spreads its wings over us, and dreams set in, of subconscious battles half won. I dwell on memories. They burn me inside out, I’m hollow, lovelorn, forgotten and dreary, but I must go to sleep, before today sprouts. I ∞
The Mundane
Ramblings of a woman
The Mundane 