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Could it be that angels also wearied need to rest with the troubles of humanity clung tightly to their breast? Is there solace and forgiveness found in slumber's peaceful place? Could blessed rest restore the faith which ever keeps them strong and safe among our selfish kind with our simple, brutal minds? Does divinity, on waking find itself recalled to life in the midst of mediocrity and endless mortal strife? Is sleep's healing tasked with softening a constant angel's test? Could the look upon your sleeping face mean angels also rest? |
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| TransientX | I wake up next to her and I watch her sleep for a few minutes. Maybe she is the_one. Could we ever be? She sleeps like a baby. She breathes like an angel. I want to wake her up an tell her that I wouldn't mind if moments like this could last forever. But instead I take a shower and when I get back she's already awake. | 080425 |