Sweet Slumber

I don’t know why I titled this entry sweet slumber. Slumber doesn’t seem very sweet, anymore. I mean if it is so sweet, why do you always have to wake up from it. I mean yes it’s nice and makes you feel good unless you had a bad night then it’s not so hot. But really what is so sweet about something that has to end. Sweetness is like the things that will always make you feel good. But how, I mean everything ends. Strange, strange in deed. Sorry I’m in one of those weird moods. I didn’t quite feel like writing about the meaning of life tonight. I felt more of like writing about the silly little things that no one talks about because those things are just borning. I mean no one talks about dandilions and how they flow through the wind. No one talks about the buzzing bee or the sweet butterfly. Oh no, everyone is to busy to talk about those things. I’ll let out a sigh for the things that must be left to the whispers of the wind to discuss. Now I shall return to another night of rest that will for at least one more day become part of the sweet sweet slumber.