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Sweet dreams
The petals drift off to an unforeseen land
While the wind whispers
Of Nothing but peace
And bittersweet sleep
I drift off to my dreams
The ones I live to see
I breathe a sigh
When the sun had to rise
I bid my goodbye
And hoped to see them again
I don’t know where to begin
While the wind whispers
Of Nothing but peace
And bittersweet sleep
I drift off to my dreams
The ones I live to see
I breathe a sigh
When the sun had to rise
I bid my goodbye
And hoped to see them again
I don’t know where to begin
Published 8th Oct 2024
Author's Note
I honestly didn’t know where I was going with this but I sometimes dream and feel bittersweet when I have to wake up so I assumed this is the best way to describe it
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8th Oct 2024 6:00pm
Hoi hoi
Hope this finds you well.
Not knowing where you’re going while writing, for me, is the essence of automatic writing. Or, I believe, you may call it writing in a stream of consciousness.
99 out of a 100 things I write are done this way. And I wish you the same kind of joy when all pieces fit together.
I like this one a lot. An awful lot to be precise.
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
Hope this finds you well.
Not knowing where you’re going while writing, for me, is the essence of automatic writing. Or, I believe, you may call it writing in a stream of consciousness.
99 out of a 100 things I write are done this way. And I wish you the same kind of joy when all pieces fit together.
I like this one a lot. An awful lot to be precise.
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus
