a short
robbyblaylock
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wrote this before my first grad class back in september
six a.m. i wake up in my bed listening to them. i thought i was somewhere else. still me but not here...places i've been but won't be again...at least not in this life. sometimes reality finds a way into the deepest of sleeps and the dreams that come with them. sometimes i'm glad i came back to my cold sheets...sometimes i wish i stayed far from my bed, far from my room and home, yet, sometimes just as close. sometimes i wish i could go back. but in the end its all gone in half the blink of an eye...(...guess which half)
six a.m. i wake up in my bed listening to them. i thought i was somewhere else. still me but not here...places i've been but won't be again...at least not in this life. sometimes reality finds a way into the deepest of sleeps and the dreams that come with them. sometimes i'm glad i came back to my cold sheets...sometimes i wish i stayed far from my bed, far from my room and home, yet, sometimes just as close. sometimes i wish i could go back. but in the end its all gone in half the blink of an eye...(...guess which half)
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