Sleep. In all its sugary sweetness- snuggled, as I am now, beneath my blanket, phone in hand, surfing DUP for those golden poems (oh so many!) to carry with me into the darkness- into sleep.
What is the most important thing in your life at this moment?
Poetry it clears the head from all frenzy that caused by goverments.
Will the world be the same after this frenzy ends?