Unapologetic
I so dislike these early morning late night runs. They make me unapologetic in the morning to those who work with me.
I strive to keep the peace within and without. Still on both parties havoc settles well. I should have listened to myself. Noting all the irritations and gradually isolated myself.
Now I have these loud ears and angry nerves. So much of me is reckless and violent. The noises inside my soul are almost unbearable.
Yet here I am with the gumption to settle the matter at hand. First though a good night should be put into play. Though the mind is flashing rapid views of the days gone and the prospects of the morrow.
How do I settle those parts?
So though now the mind is slowly seeing pillows and warmth as a comfort not an irritation. Yet the soul is torn and awaken.
Sadly that means the mind stay alert and tries to find ways to dissect pain into a new level or muscle.
Yet the agitation growing inside my stomach regurgitates a mild bile line. Simple. Just allow all that is weighing me down to pour out like the turbulence of a tsunami.
Maybe then the precious few hours of time in slumber may occur. Yet I must first find a way to simmer down any thoughts.
As I laugh in sarcasm as to finding a root to knock myself out. Indeed a challenge that is quite, seemingly, impossible.
Nevertheless I try my relaxation stretches in the hopes that can release everything long enough to say a final good night.
In that case, possibilities reign freely. And so the mind gets to work. Placing muscles of tension to puffs of white clouds in the wind.
An ease, you could say, into a dream world.
Starting right now. Just breathe.
I strive to keep the peace within and without. Still on both parties havoc settles well. I should have listened to myself. Noting all the irritations and gradually isolated myself.
Now I have these loud ears and angry nerves. So much of me is reckless and violent. The noises inside my soul are almost unbearable.
Yet here I am with the gumption to settle the matter at hand. First though a good night should be put into play. Though the mind is flashing rapid views of the days gone and the prospects of the morrow.
How do I settle those parts?
So though now the mind is slowly seeing pillows and warmth as a comfort not an irritation. Yet the soul is torn and awaken.
Sadly that means the mind stay alert and tries to find ways to dissect pain into a new level or muscle.
Yet the agitation growing inside my stomach regurgitates a mild bile line. Simple. Just allow all that is weighing me down to pour out like the turbulence of a tsunami.
Maybe then the precious few hours of time in slumber may occur. Yet I must first find a way to simmer down any thoughts.
As I laugh in sarcasm as to finding a root to knock myself out. Indeed a challenge that is quite, seemingly, impossible.
Nevertheless I try my relaxation stretches in the hopes that can release everything long enough to say a final good night.
In that case, possibilities reign freely. And so the mind gets to work. Placing muscles of tension to puffs of white clouds in the wind.
An ease, you could say, into a dream world.
Starting right now. Just breathe.
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