15 May 2012
We see altogether too little of each other these days. Whatever happened to us? I think of the times we've had. I smile.
It's a lucky soul that can make ends meet without neglecting your company, in times like these, and yet you're there for us when we come looking.
They tell me I can sleep when I'm dead.
I tell them to keep the noise down.
It's time I visited, old friend.
Dear Sleep, • Opuss № I