The organs weep the tears that the eyes refuse to shed

Reality and fiction, reality and fantasy, reality and dreaming are occasionally hard to tell apart.

I may dream that I am getting up and even getting to my office… only to discover that I am still in bed, under the covers… It felt so real

I am lucky it is only on cold mornings… Some people spend their lives on the border of dreaming and living. Continue reading “The organs weep the tears that the eyes refuse to shed”