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Mar 2013
Sleep: A mindless habit.
Rest: A healthy dwelling.
You gently close your eyes,
Let the blackness envelop your sight.
Your body melts into an ocean of fabric,
Your face buries itself into an overstuffed pillow,
Your arms and legs spread out
like an awkward bird in flight.

But then a miracle occurs;
Your hidden mind: The heart of your head
bursts to life in a display of
fireworks, festivities, and friendships,
Creating a paradise in front of your eyes.
Your dreams have awoken, and they call to you.
Only one question remains:
Will you follow them?
*Taking a short break from the series.  Figured I'd try and get some sleep and then this came to me.  Not sleeping yet apparently.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life. - Charles Darwin
Michael Vukmer
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