sleEpy

Not sure what to write. Very tired, very drained. Desire for sleep is strong. So I will just leave you with a poem and I leave it up to you to decide what i means. All I know is it is beautifully writen. But then it's by Coleridge, so what do you expect? Good night.

Something Childish, But Very Natural

If I had but two little wings And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here. But in my sleep to you I fly: I'm always with you in my sleep! The world is all one's own. But then one wakes, and where am I? All, all alone. Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: So I love to wake ere break of day: For though my sleep be gone, Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids, And still dreams on. Samuel Taylor Coleridge