Nightmare?
I wish to wish for a safe night’s sleep.
Once again as the lights dim and the sun sets, there’s that sinking feeling of being completely and utterly alone. It is possible to thrive on this emotion, perhaps even turn it into its own story, give it an appropriate body to live in, and let it set sail on the lake of life.
The highlight of this process is having some spark of life zapping around the brain at an inappropriate time in the very fresh morning. If there’s a kettle and a mug awaiting a cup of something warm nearby at this point, all the more for reasons to stay awake. The whole world sleeps quietly in their own comfort, however in this small barricaded zone, industriousness continues until eyes cannot stay open any longer.
To find solace in this time, simply listen to a quick fix of background music, with no words, so appropriate necessities fall onto the page following their own form, becoming scattered about like confetti in the breeze. The nib of the pen is laid at an angle whereby it is easy to pick up. The book is open, the tools are waiting for that breath of life.
Do not beware that midnight hour; the searches which start at this time are those persuing for the greater good. It is when uncluttered thought may happen, the mind is free to drift off to persue any tree-lined avenue it may, in its darkened room, with only itself for company.
it is time to search for that silence, and seek that street where thoughts run free.
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