byom bhol'e

every night when i go to sleep....the wee pillow winky pats on my head and gives me orange'ish nightmares...children crying,men dying.........people not having enough to eat...deluge,famine,floods,earthquakes,wars,pre-meditated state level skirmishes..........household squabbles.....but sometimes he spares me the wondorous horrors..........he makes me dream of me as an ace 29player,a 1footed international ballet dancer.....and me having a poetry,drama major guitarist hunk of a boyfriend.........and a docile household.............hmmmmmm....i dream on....and the lord shiva asks.....who are you.where have you come from.and where are you going?.........