When I find messages from my phone in my inbox. Yes, I email myself in my sleep. There was once an entire story that took 37 messages to complete and I had no recollection of sending any of it. Of course that could have been Beau. But sometimes I take the messages as a clue to what I was dreaming the night before if I don't remember. I suspect last night's dream was not a happy one...
Homeless heart
Trapped inside a cage too ugly for sin
Powered by a mass incapable of play
Pretending only carries so far
Soon the masks crack and crumble
Layer upon layer
Exposing a core
Of
Nothing
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