I don’t remember my dreams sometimes I wonder why. Dare my subconscious hide from me? But, no… I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too. the dreams I can’t recall are the ones I miss missing.
I don’t remember my dreams sometimes I wonder why. Dare my subconscious hide from me? But, no… I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too. the dreams I can’t recall are the ones I miss missing.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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