Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

trying

a slowly frowning stare from a half-opened, glistening eyelid. the familiar tug in the stiffened neck, demanding ther body to seek some sort of rest as a matter of urgency.

i lie. darkness threatens to take over, so i prepare to slip down into its satin sheets, yet a worry begins to form in an empty recess.

it shapes itself into a fluid shape of boiling mercury, emitting gas and spitting burning rage. i dream of fire, and wake, emulsified in between sheets and pillows, in my own puddle of confusion.

i try to sleep; sleep tries me.

the previous life’s conviction, dedication and assuredness has disappeared. When one cannot speak without the linguistic stream being proliferated by a steady flow of ifs or buts, is there any meaning behind speaking at all?

One thing that you should always retain a certainty about is that there is and will remain a meaning behind speaking, even if the words are confused and, yes, at times it does seem to be nothing but ifs and buts. Because as much as we love words, the truth lies in the unspoken thoughts behind them and the search for those people and moments that understood those unspoken thoughts.

Words are the core of our thoughts, and our thoughts define us. Which means we’re in serious trouble, it seems!
It’s a bugger when you can’t get to sleep, isn’t it? We get that as well, especially if there’s something on our mind…

Mr. Unreliable : exactly. you have hit the nail on the head there, thank you!

Mr X : there is a lot being worried about, yes!