Metal and glass
I thought my eyes and dreams would find a bit more peace but every time I closed my eyes I could see the drawings or etching of wings or wind. Which in turn made me think about bubbles in metal or glass.
The mind on a rage, I researched metal and glass bubbles. Then I went into thinking of how discrepancies in a wine bottle could harm the outcome of a wine.
Then that lead me to thinking about how metal sparks could harm the eyes. Down into how Mary Ingalls from Little house in the prairie became blind. In truth researchers found out scarlet fever didn't cause it but viral meningoencephalitis.
Then I thought of my migraines. In turn thinking of how cold my room really was, really making me hope for warm weather. Then I thought of the need for changing seasons.
I finally decided I am too busy in my mind for sleep. The biggest hope right now is to knock the chill off my soul and sting the nerves with warmth. Yet no amounts of yawning nor stretching finds my mind distant.
So up I go in search of some way to get more than three hours of sleep. First thing in order is finding my warm socks. Wool or fleece doesn't matter just the key idea of staying warm.
And then my vaporizer. I am sure I can find calm in the wheezing and finally feel relaxed enough for a couple more hours of sleep.
These constant thoughts has me realizing my bedroom is set up exactly as an old friends. Even more so I realize just how much clothing I don't need.
That tumbled into the list making in my mind, over things to keep downsizing on and focusing on finding that one book that I lost when moving.
The ideas and thoughts that turn in my mind. Indeed too many but at least I was capable of researching and learning about ten things this morning. Indeed a good morning.
Yet more sleep is desired.
So down the hallway I go to find all that is necessary. One can hope that others put me in a prayer. Just a few more hours of sleep is necessary to brave this procedure.
And tack on a smile in spite of nerves being spilt.
One can hope I am on someone's mind. It's that kindness I hope for. Even if it was a fleeting thought.
Now the hat, the covers and the socks intertwining with the vaporizer, soon the breathing is "normal" and the mind is shut down. Then the soul will rest calmly.
Let's give this one more try. I hope second time around is better. Less thoughts too. Please and thank you.
The mind on a rage, I researched metal and glass bubbles. Then I went into thinking of how discrepancies in a wine bottle could harm the outcome of a wine.
Then that lead me to thinking about how metal sparks could harm the eyes. Down into how Mary Ingalls from Little house in the prairie became blind. In truth researchers found out scarlet fever didn't cause it but viral meningoencephalitis.
Then I thought of my migraines. In turn thinking of how cold my room really was, really making me hope for warm weather. Then I thought of the need for changing seasons.
I finally decided I am too busy in my mind for sleep. The biggest hope right now is to knock the chill off my soul and sting the nerves with warmth. Yet no amounts of yawning nor stretching finds my mind distant.
So up I go in search of some way to get more than three hours of sleep. First thing in order is finding my warm socks. Wool or fleece doesn't matter just the key idea of staying warm.
And then my vaporizer. I am sure I can find calm in the wheezing and finally feel relaxed enough for a couple more hours of sleep.
These constant thoughts has me realizing my bedroom is set up exactly as an old friends. Even more so I realize just how much clothing I don't need.
That tumbled into the list making in my mind, over things to keep downsizing on and focusing on finding that one book that I lost when moving.
The ideas and thoughts that turn in my mind. Indeed too many but at least I was capable of researching and learning about ten things this morning. Indeed a good morning.
Yet more sleep is desired.
So down the hallway I go to find all that is necessary. One can hope that others put me in a prayer. Just a few more hours of sleep is necessary to brave this procedure.
And tack on a smile in spite of nerves being spilt.
One can hope I am on someone's mind. It's that kindness I hope for. Even if it was a fleeting thought.
Now the hat, the covers and the socks intertwining with the vaporizer, soon the breathing is "normal" and the mind is shut down. Then the soul will rest calmly.
Let's give this one more try. I hope second time around is better. Less thoughts too. Please and thank you.
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