In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse. — Carl R. White
In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse. — Carl R. White
In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse. — Carl R. White
In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse. — Carl R. White
In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse. — Carl R. White
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In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse.

— Carl R. White
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