Ramble to a low whisper
Seated here, thinking I should be going to sleep but so much is running through my mind right now. So much of me is shouting without words. The thoughts are just rolling over and over. So many questions and lots of sighs. Indeed the mind needs to be quieted but I just want to know so much.
And as I sit here typing away, I hope that the closing happens soon. I do so need a few hours of sleep before an early morning back at work. I laugh, smirk really. Then shake my head in hopes to clear my mind of dripping thoughts.
Clearly much has not stopped and so the night will continue int this weird formation. In time I hope that the shutting of doors or "browsers" will be welcoming. Then yet another sigh finalizes the aspect of crazy memories.
I sincerely hope that most people will get a kick out of the rambling of a forty something mind. An INFJ mind. Too many alleys opened and I am not even clear to where I am anyhow. Ah ha.
Indeed this moment, I pause. All daring myself to halt again for a few minutes as the eraser is combing through the memories. One by one eliminated for the night. A swipe out of frame. Another one bits the dust. Then I gather around this one thought. Lingering long enough to realize that it won't happen anytime soon. So another one wiped clear.
Now the fingers are slowing down and the pen is turning into the keyboard. Lightly the ideas drown into the moon lit night. Swallowing down as the eyes feel ever so droopy. A nice end to this night, I would say.
Then a quick run to wash face. Clear the toothpaste from the sink and get snuggled deep under some covers. Tonight is going to be cool. Then a smile lingers as I let a question stick in my mind. I tilt my head and close my eyes. Yes I dream of a dream.
Then I say good night. For now the rumble is a low whisper crawling through space. A hug tickles the heart and the pink blanket soothes the limbs.
Smile. Sighing at last. Good night dear friends.
And as I sit here typing away, I hope that the closing happens soon. I do so need a few hours of sleep before an early morning back at work. I laugh, smirk really. Then shake my head in hopes to clear my mind of dripping thoughts.
Clearly much has not stopped and so the night will continue int this weird formation. In time I hope that the shutting of doors or "browsers" will be welcoming. Then yet another sigh finalizes the aspect of crazy memories.
I sincerely hope that most people will get a kick out of the rambling of a forty something mind. An INFJ mind. Too many alleys opened and I am not even clear to where I am anyhow. Ah ha.
Indeed this moment, I pause. All daring myself to halt again for a few minutes as the eraser is combing through the memories. One by one eliminated for the night. A swipe out of frame. Another one bits the dust. Then I gather around this one thought. Lingering long enough to realize that it won't happen anytime soon. So another one wiped clear.
Now the fingers are slowing down and the pen is turning into the keyboard. Lightly the ideas drown into the moon lit night. Swallowing down as the eyes feel ever so droopy. A nice end to this night, I would say.
Then a quick run to wash face. Clear the toothpaste from the sink and get snuggled deep under some covers. Tonight is going to be cool. Then a smile lingers as I let a question stick in my mind. I tilt my head and close my eyes. Yes I dream of a dream.
Then I say good night. For now the rumble is a low whisper crawling through space. A hug tickles the heart and the pink blanket soothes the limbs.
Smile. Sighing at last. Good night dear friends.
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