Being Les(s) Miserables.

Soundbites of heaven arrived in the form of revisitations, specifically those of Les Miserables. As with progressive posturing, a lazy Sunday afternoon granted such a distilled lapse. Inhibitions shed, it spawned all that was inclusive of a splattered Mich.

The pervading long hours delved at work do little good in differentiating form and function. Mich will be spread thin across 6 days this week. She does hope to have some form of interaction with a friend, if any. ( That is, if she hasn't already collapsed from sheer fatigue. )

Oh well, do help yourself to the distinctive choral refrains.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

[ I Dreamed A Dream - Les Miserables ]