The night.
It's a powerful time.
Away from those who wish to restrict us.
A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
Sanity is partly lost, enough kept to fight or fly.
It's a high.
Purely dark, away from responsibility, from them.
Wishing us safety, normality, perfection and restraint.
Dreams, nightmares all together.
A reality, this haven.
My freedom.
The night.













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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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She who lives in her imagination.
In her mind, not their creation.
There Fantasy = Reality
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
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She who lives in her imagination.
In her mind, not their creation.
There Fantasy = Reality
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