Weary dreams

I an beginning to wonder if it isn’t time to retire from the larger world.

“World weary” describes me perfectly.

Sometimes, I’d rather just close my eyes and not stop dreaming.

Point a finger… You, come with me if you want so we can write ourselves a dream. No? I don’t blame you. It’s not a very dreamy kind of dream anyway. It’s only a dream of cherry blossoms drifting on the water and coffee (or tea!) sipping as it dream drifts into other dreams while we talk to create those dreams and forget the things needing to be forgotten. How dull, you say.

The good news is that I may have forgotten some things already. In fact, it seems increasingly so each day as I try not to recall those things in the upstairs room. Here be monsters.

Let’s not dream those dreams. I don’t like them.

Instead, let’s dream of those things the world weary dream and draw pictures in autumn leaves.

Most of all, just let me sleep.