Creative or hopefully creative writing. Sharing the thoughts and colors that fuel my mind, to a screen that, perhaps others may read and see as well.
Friday, April 26, 2013
40 hours
40 hours. The mind feels like it is a different shape after 40 hours. You feel it resting on your lower eye socket, puffing out your skin. It also feels like your skull gained an inch in circumference and purposely bobbles your head from one side to the next.
Of course thinking is harder too. Just trying to remember what little thought you had in your mind just that one moment before. It fluttered away like a leaf in the wind, never to be seen again.
Slumber would be sweet remedy. To close the eyes and rest the body, as well as rest the mind. Stopping the thoughts and voices in your head would be the perfect vacation to existence.
Take this thought to heart: things will begin to blossom again in the marrow, and time will heal the injuries of the past. Sleep well.
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