I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
Sometimes it’s okay to disremember an entire day – or try to, it doesn’t always work; but challenging the mind is better than allowing it to get stuck in the past.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
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