"sing me to sleep. tonight. tonight."
the sea cradles the boat, tender swells chorus.
"teach me to dream. tonight. tonight."
in anticipation of where i'm going, i'll soon forget where i've been. days fade to night, the sun chases after the moon in a swirl of blue. my eyes now overstimulated with endless blue skyscapes, and an unfailing array of blue pigment forming ocean. it's no surprise i struggle to grasp the day of the week. just the same, all calendar dates have been long dismissed. so to remember how it all unfolds, i've decided to journal about days, venues, and amusing souls along the way. otherwise, recalling events will be based sheerly on imagination; something that quiet often eludes to a fantastical post. so far, i did not dream this, only lived it. hold on.