Trying to dive deep into dreams,
I only get so far with the Z's
Resurfacing every few hours for a breath
Check my pulse, I'm still here,
and how do I get back to where I was?
How can I remember that it's okay
to drift and let go?
To feel like a shooting star
amongst those seeming to stand still?
It's like I wanna dance in the night
and don't know how,
even with all my shedding of shrapnel
~Tina Meeks
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