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"   Laying in my bed,
staring up at the hidden night
Dreaming of invisible worlds,
under invisible nights
Writing stories in my mind,
stories that will remain unwritten
for the night has rendered them idle
As my mind no longer becomes mindful,
The night has begun sealing,
their final resting place.   "
Untold Stories by Macleod Sawyer; a reading can be found here (via itsmemacleod)

(via itsmemacleod)