Lying in bed,
The dark surrounding me,
I am illuminated only by the dull light coming from my laptop.
The only noise I hear,
Is that of the traffic outside, as cars pass every few seconds,
and the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of my keyboard as I type,
Just type whatever comes to mind.
I close my eyes for a moment, and stretch my fingers,
Almost willing my thoughts to pour out the ends...
And at the same time, I wish my musings to stay hidden, private,
Even from myself.
Brief thoughts flit across my mind,
and I try to banish them.
They are unwanted, unwelcome, unnecessary,
Serving only to complicate thing which are best kept simple.
Accompanying each of those unwelcome thoughts
is a brief flash of memory, an image before my eyes,
A picture that is just as unwelcome as the thought it tags itself onto.
I close my eyes, and try to will my thoughts away,
Try to focus elsewhere,
Try to clear my mind of... of unbidden thoughts,
My eyes grow heavy,
And I feel my breathing become deeper, heavier, slower.
My arms relax, my fingers become still,
And the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard becomes slower, clearer, heavier.
It is time to stop,
Time to sleep,
Time to dream.