This is...

This is where I long to be, hibernating in my 

sheets. This can be a little adventure; there's 

no stopping me. For I dream.... Imagine the virtues lost like a hand written letter. Imagine the rituals lost like going to church. Imagine the riches lost in pretty pictures in a magazine. Turn over the page for a book and 

clandestine literature. Keep it clean. There more to a midnight snack. Keep it gleaming

with lacquer for your lip. Keep shaking your hips and move your feet to the beat....

And suddenly we're on the floor....

And this is where I long to be.