The worst mistakes are those you reap yet hadn't sewn.

Good morning lossofsleep and linesblurredbytears, pardon the neglect but I almost thought I'd escaped your wake. Isn't it funny how we never really reach the shore until we find purpose in the travel? Just like merchandise won't sell until the morning before you realize it's worth. Well, hello tiresome, you've knocked on my door (eyelids) just in time for me to think there's a dream worth having. I saw a dry day just in time to implode on regrets and revelations.