Most mornings when I wake up, alone, in my apartment... it takes me a few moments to realize where I am and what has happened. That this is really happening. My husband didn't love me. I did move out. We are getting divorced.
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we'll live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
No wonder I just seem to want to stay in bed and sleep all the time... Dreams are better than reality for now.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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