mood: 
drained
drainedI used to dream a lot more when I was a kid. Most of the time it was
of happy things, stuff like cowboys and Indians or the future. I don't
think I've ever had a recurring dream recently, though. Everything is
a bit overwhelming these days with the shows and a few other things.
Sleep and time for dreams and such would be a welcome change. Still I
do love doing what I do.
Maybe I do have something that relates. You can call it unfinished
business or my burden to carry but I've always wanted to find out
where my twin was buried. Back in Tupelo he was put to rest and that's
all gotten further and further away with every day that goes by. The
matter, however, is something personal. I like keeping my privacy very
much but there's some facts about you that folks just know like my
brother. I figure you have the right to know that much, that I think
about him often and something about finding him or meeting up with him
in a dream brings about a sense of wholeness.
That about wraps it up. Sometimes I can be short with words but it's a
touchy subject. Thanks for reading, thank you very much.
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