It’s two am and I can’t sleep.
Thinking of Italy, paperwork, Faithy forbidding us from working on Monday, China, more paperwork, the beauty of people growing, the sorrow of people stagnating, my husband’s love, my family’s potential, people we do life with, people we miss, potential potential potential for so much ahead, not wanting to make bad decisions, and a gazillion blog posts.
What do you do when you can’t sleep?
I think I’ll get some wings. The kind you eat. Though I could certainly use the other kind.
What would you do if you had wings and could fly anywhere you wanted? I’m not sure what I would do…. probably fly and fly, further and further until I was so utterly spent and exhausted I’d have to drop down. And sleep. No more insomnia.