Frangar non flectar *

Middle of sleep

Have you ever woken up from a dream and needed to do something?

I mean… have you woken up after just a few hours of sleep and needed to do something so bad that you are afraid if you close your eyes you’ll forget and ….

I woke up from a dream….. the middle of the dream … I woke up covered in sweat and feeling like I had just finished screaming… heart thumping… fists clenched… arms wrapped around my knees… on the verge of tears.

Shirt, pants, cigarette, rum, eventually a wool hat. Sitting at the table looking at the computer screen bounce the time back and forth.

But the feeling persisted. I needed to do something.

No phone, no one online, too late to go and find someone.

So I wrote.

And now I’m done writing … and now I’m done writing about writing… and what do I do?

Don’t read it, gentle reader. Ignore the link ( because it's gone)

Jake says reading another persons blog can be a tad voyeuristic. And in this case it would be. So I hide it away…buried on my webpage… but one of you should read it.. Because it was written for you … it could remain an unsent letter or it could find you. (and i want it to find you .. to explain why ... )

Either way this one is done…

* I am broken, I am not deflected