Writing is my therapy
So I wrote something because I couldn't sleep
A battle between mind and body
It's somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, my body is tired my eyes are dry and weary. It's that time of night where there's nothing to do, you can't be progressive in any way, no where to go and nothing to see. Everyone is fast asleep but I'm still here just wide awake with no reason to be. I've watched every show there is to watch my body aches my muscles sore from all that I've done the day before. I pray for some relief, some form of rest, one minute of serenity my eyes to shut. To fall into bed and sleep like there's some kind of amazing wonders of the world i could be seen though some form of relaxing dream imagination held behind my eyelids. But no I'm here; in the living room, kitchen, every room I can go to I've been there more than twice. My mind is racing of things, so many damn things, and the worst part I can't really tell you what because they come and go, it's not so much things I have to get done, things I want to get done. It's more or less the feeling of something that should be done but I don't know what can be done. That feeling that something about to happen or did happen but I don't know what to do or how to fix it. My mind is Restless and I don't know what to do. It doesn't matter how much I do during the day, how many miles I run or the amount of exercise I do. It doesn't matter how progressive I was at work. My body feels like a shell and my mind is like some creepy spirit walking the hall of some oversized old hotel with no actual purpose but to stir up energy. I'm just here as I wait for my mind to come back to my body and say goodnight.
A battle between mind and body
It's somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, my body is tired my eyes are dry and weary. It's that time of night where there's nothing to do, you can't be progressive in any way, no where to go and nothing to see. Everyone is fast asleep but I'm still here just wide awake with no reason to be. I've watched every show there is to watch my body aches my muscles sore from all that I've done the day before. I pray for some relief, some form of rest, one minute of serenity my eyes to shut. To fall into bed and sleep like there's some kind of amazing wonders of the world i could be seen though some form of relaxing dream imagination held behind my eyelids. But no I'm here; in the living room, kitchen, every room I can go to I've been there more than twice. My mind is racing of things, so many damn things, and the worst part I can't really tell you what because they come and go, it's not so much things I have to get done, things I want to get done. It's more or less the feeling of something that should be done but I don't know what can be done. That feeling that something about to happen or did happen but I don't know what to do or how to fix it. My mind is Restless and I don't know what to do. It doesn't matter how much I do during the day, how many miles I run or the amount of exercise I do. It doesn't matter how progressive I was at work. My body feels like a shell and my mind is like some creepy spirit walking the hall of some oversized old hotel with no actual purpose but to stir up energy. I'm just here as I wait for my mind to come back to my body and say goodnight.
