whatever is on my mind: questions of faith, problematic emotions, meditations on trees/sky/geese, intriguing ideas, books and stories and shows, conversations and quarrels, people and places
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sleeping on the red-eye flight
I am not a child anymore but in your arms I am a baby still and sleepy
When I cry out from my dreams I know you will be here to wake me
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