When life is a mindfield,
Of doubt and remorse.
Sweet slumber in bed,
Seems the sanest course.
But when we retreat too often,
To the warm embrace of covers.
We begin a mental shut down,
That hides us from all others.
In sleep you find your refuge,
In sleep you find your bane.
In sleep you’re all but refuse,
In sleep you will remain.
finger lickin good
Much Love
Ashley