by Tara Cox
No one has commented, because what can one say? These are your dreams and your dreams alone. There is no wrong or right about them. They are but what they appear to be: gentle wisps of gossomer, threaded throughout your comfy pillow.
I might say it is better to dream than to weep. But in your dreams, you still seem teary-eyed. However, I still find favor with the strength shown in your endurance, and the need to wear your feelings on your sleeve. So few can come out from behind the mask....
But at the end of the day, this little essay remains what alot of your writing has been for me: Too Personal. And Thanks...........