Musings and Scribbles

coming towards me, slowly and incessantly, the sleep that i've eluded for the sake of a few more words and few more laughs. foggily aware of my surroundings, the dreams and images that normally inundate me, kiss the backs of my eyelids but never engulf me. sound and light, bear down upon me like the light coming through the shutters in the morning after a late night of smiles and recognition ~jani rosado

art by Derek Santiago