Dreamland
Is the calm before the reality storm
The peace before the war
And the flight before the fight
It is the
Night before the mare
The pause before the play
And the drink before the drunk
It is the
Long weekend
The shining sun
And the gentle breeze floating through the treetops
It is
The dream destination
The best thing since sliced bread
And the greatest wish of all
It is the thing
So unattainable
So fragile and false
So delicate and simple
That we all crave
That getaway
That we never seem to get
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
