i can't help but wonder what my sister does in her deep chemical sleep. does she feel my fingers on her forehead? does she dream?
does she dream of one perfect day that she'd like to have when she wakes up? does she will it from deep in the well of her night?
will she remember where she went for weeks and weeks and with which gods she laughed about all our fleeting lives? but in laughing did she still ask them for her one perfect day?
the one with sun on snow, children and husband, song and dance?
and their answer, what of their answer?
namaste.
does she dream of one perfect day that she'd like to have when she wakes up? does she will it from deep in the well of her night?
will she remember where she went for weeks and weeks and with which gods she laughed about all our fleeting lives? but in laughing did she still ask them for her one perfect day?
the one with sun on snow, children and husband, song and dance?
and their answer, what of their answer?
namaste.
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