Blurred Lines

Blurred Lines

Sometimes when I finally get to bed at night, life feels really, really blurry. Messy. I do my best to fall asleep listing everything I can - all of the things I’m grateful for until a sense of warmth rushes over me long enough for me to tell myself that I’m about to fall asleep. I remember to ask to fly in my dreams. I feel the weight of my body and resign to the fact that I must get sleep to think clearly. In the short 45 seconds I have left of consciousness…I ask to hear the answers. 

Sleep will cleanse. Answers will come to all of us. The body will restore. I will give voice. We will co-create, together…

Roxanna Lewis