Lost In Thought

How Often Do You Find Yourself Staring At The Ceiling, Trying to Catch Some Z's?

Do You Often Find Comfort In The Covers-- Allowing Yourself To Succumb Into Darkness, Closing Your Eyes, Sleeping Soundly?

Instead, You Find Yourself Fading, Fading And Yet, Not.

So You Close Your Eyes In Hopes You Shut The Mind Down, But The Problem With The Mind Is That Like A Machine, Its Gears Keep Turning.

And Turning.

And Turning You Inside Out.

Tick Tock, It Is Late. Tick Tock, Sunshine Enters Your Room.

What Do You Do?

To Catch Up On What You've Lost, That Which Has Skipped You And Passed You By?

Read, My Dear.

That's All You *Can* Do, Is It Not?

I Despise Distractions. If I Am To Be Stuck Thinking, It Better Be Something Worth Wasting My Time Thinking About.

Today Was Too Chuck-Full Of Ridiculous Little Annoyances.

Too Many Sprung Too Many Events Turned Too Many Nefarious Petty Things.

Shake Them Away, Shake Them Out Of Your Brain.

And Merge. Merge With The Dark Blanket Of The Night.

Shut Your Eyes. Welcome It.

Welcome Me To You. And You To Me.

And Catch Some T's.

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