How thinking of grief makes me exhausted...
I'm tired...
How I haven't processed fully what happened with dad...
How I miss sleeping under the stars...
How I wish I could get lost in a sunset over a peaceful, serene river or lake...
How much I believed in Unicorns and a magical place when I was a child...(it was my hiding place)
No matter how strong I am most often, the little kid in me still needs that magical hiding place some days...
I'm tired...
Sweet Dreams All...