In the absence of sleep my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress Creation

I had a dream about you. I was a shoe salesman and you had no feet. I needed to make a sale or Id be fired and you needed reliable transportation. I suggested you buy shoes from me and for me and in return Id give you a piggyback ride. In the end you bought a new purse and I ended up punching my boss in his face.

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

Reading is a beautiful prayer for knowledge.

I had a dream about you. You whispered in my ear and I couldnt quite hear what you said because Beethoven was being deaf too loud in the corner of the room. I thought you said you loved me but its also possible you said it sounds like a racehorse galloping when I pee.

Every journey has its own traveler. Every dream has its own dreamer. We are all belonged to a specific journey and dream. Some people are currently looking for it some people are just figuring it out some people are still lost and to some they have finally found it.

My alarm went off. My sleep went on. Dreaming about coffee is not the same as drinking down coffee.

Prayer is not mere wishing. It is asking with a will. . . . It is energy. We turn to an active Giver therefore we go into action.

Fear kills instead of protecting. It murders dreams hopes relationships and or physical well being.

I had a dream about you. We were both flying through the sky like we had wings of cement. We had all the aerodynamics of a brick but what propelled us was our love for each other.