On the way.

On the way. Drawing Luke Hockley.

On the way. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

A couple of restless nights. 

Sleep becomes a mystery.  

Where is it hiding? 

What should I whisper to bring it out from under the covers. 

Such a trial as it hides away. 

Such a joy when it comes to play.  

I hope my sleep is on the way.  

Luke.  

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