An Itch I Cannot Quite Scratch

I awakened this morning with dreams haunting me. I lay still in that place between asleep and awake until I could corral them into something cohesive. The bits and pieces came together. Little vignettes of people, places, notions, emotions. But, nothing concrete except this itch I could not quite scratch in the recesses of my mind and heart.  A yearning. And, still, hours later it sits just out of my reach.

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.” 

~ Marsha Norman ~


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