August 10, 2002

This night owl is.
Head always in the clouds,
Mind never in this world.
Going through life
Numb to the rat race.
Dreamer.
Not satisfied with reality.
Homework forgotten on the floor,
Looks to the inky night sky
Sprinkled with glimmering jewels of hope.
Waiting for her prince.
Dreamer.
Tired of this life.
Waiting for adventure filled with danger, magic, and romance,
But violently torn away from these misty thoughts
By the melancholy chime of a clock.
"Dreamer..."
"It is 3 a.m."
Thought blurred as I climb into bed,
Sleep envelops me.
The images come pouring in.
I am home.
-Anonymous
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