Hey Sweet Mary, life isn't quite contrary. Come with me to the purple mountain range We'll pick the first place nobody knows your name. You can wash your daily troubles in the creek while the rest drift by. Unnoticed, we will dance in the mud banks to the songs of the dragonflies. As wounds begin to heal, …
oh so
So the dreams that have been so vivid have finally ceased. Ending dramatically with the spider/ladybug dropping from the ceiling which caused me to wake with a start, sit upright and spend a few panicked moments trying to slow my breathing. Two nights in a row now I've finally not remembered anything. I am surrounded …
Dixie's Road Trip 