Ah, yes, 3:53AM again; the red block letters holds my eyes. Give me peace of sleep, please, my soul yearns for nothingness, or wonderous dreams. Now, 3:54AM, so sure is the wretched clock, no peace for my heart. Yesteryear, dredge the lost feeling of hands on chains, wind rushing first fro, then rear, swinging, the … Continue reading Sleep Phantom Swing →