Christi
Sometimes I think insomnia is my best friend. I know it well;and experience it often.
Some nights,it's all I know. Nothing seems to help,therefore it's familiar to me.
However,some of my deepest thoughts and ideas come to me during the early
hours. But at the same time,my best artwork is created at odd hours. For that,I am
thankful. Simply put,this is who I am. For that,I refuse to apologize...I've spent many
a year,telling people that I am sorry for my behavior. No longer will I do that. Accept
me as I am.
Copyright © Christi Palmer | Year Posted 2011
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