Dots
Still sitting up staring at the ceiling, counting the dots but more like striving to calm the giddy pieces of me. Small steps I suppose.
In the moment of quiet I still recall beauty as I scrolled through instagram. People's paintings, photography and buildings. Then to step into a light of a doorway and view woods.
Indeed I am happy beyond compare. A night of joy sings throughout my spirit. Cautiously I push myself back inside. Not wanting to stir any emotion.
Granted I already have plenty to be grateful for and yet I give a high five to those who finished projects or started new ones. Allthewhile giving lessons or instructions on how to proceed.
A glimmer of hope I smile within. You see the one thing I wondered about has been answered. Truly I am grateful to see hands being put to work making things that are useful and project creativity in us.
For me that makes counting the dots on the ceiling worthwhile. The drowning out the humming in the mind and the rapid heart.
It all helps when the sleep overcomes and the eyes slip down. The smile still clings to my face as I look forward to new projects. Seeing that others are coinciding with their avenues of artistic outreach.
Truly good to see.
As I lay back down for not to strain my back, I continue to smirk and be grateful for just a momentary glance at woods.
In that one glimpse, I am in awe. Wonderful pieces of a day. I can finally say good night. Hoping that others follow suit.
Not a lead just a counselor. One who hears and listens. Always open to do that.
Surprisingly some didn't really grasp that. Not a worried sight because past is passed on. Life is different.
So lean in a pat your back or give a hug to the one you truly love. Be grateful to complete something so grand.
Just as I have.
Good times come. But first the dots in the ceiling request my eyes and I hope for a companion. Sleep I gain.
Good night dear friend.
In the moment of quiet I still recall beauty as I scrolled through instagram. People's paintings, photography and buildings. Then to step into a light of a doorway and view woods.
Indeed I am happy beyond compare. A night of joy sings throughout my spirit. Cautiously I push myself back inside. Not wanting to stir any emotion.
Granted I already have plenty to be grateful for and yet I give a high five to those who finished projects or started new ones. Allthewhile giving lessons or instructions on how to proceed.
A glimmer of hope I smile within. You see the one thing I wondered about has been answered. Truly I am grateful to see hands being put to work making things that are useful and project creativity in us.
For me that makes counting the dots on the ceiling worthwhile. The drowning out the humming in the mind and the rapid heart.
It all helps when the sleep overcomes and the eyes slip down. The smile still clings to my face as I look forward to new projects. Seeing that others are coinciding with their avenues of artistic outreach.
Truly good to see.
As I lay back down for not to strain my back, I continue to smirk and be grateful for just a momentary glance at woods.
In that one glimpse, I am in awe. Wonderful pieces of a day. I can finally say good night. Hoping that others follow suit.
Not a lead just a counselor. One who hears and listens. Always open to do that.
Surprisingly some didn't really grasp that. Not a worried sight because past is passed on. Life is different.
So lean in a pat your back or give a hug to the one you truly love. Be grateful to complete something so grand.
Just as I have.
Good times come. But first the dots in the ceiling request my eyes and I hope for a companion. Sleep I gain.
Good night dear friend.
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