Empty

"To me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful."
-Alan Watts

Silence can be a complicated action. I'm always trying to quiet my over active imagination. Sometimes I wish I was a little less full.  I'm just trying to free up space. If I put some of it here, maybe there will be more room. I just want to sleep at night, wake up tomorrow, and move on. Take a walk to clear my head. An empty place, to store my thoughts in, keep them safe, so I don't lose them. I just want to sleep tight, all tucked in, cool sheets with the fan on, close my eyes, and think of nothing. 

Lesson #33: Clear up space.  

Dreamlike State

My dreams are real. I know what you're thinking, but I swear, when I wake up, the world is different. I resolve all my problems in my sleep. When I reach REM, I can make anything happen. Suddenly it all makes sense. We all forgive and forget, the friendships lost and found all come together. In my dreams I am in love. All the world is a fantastic white glittery place. I am the unsung hero behind every good deed. I wake to find the line is blurred. Where did my day end, and my eyes close? Some days I want to stay sleeping, stay in the perfect fluff of a comforter and a pillow. Pull the covers over my head, and remain as close to bliss as possible. In the morning, I choose to wake up. I'm forced to realize it was just my imagination. I move to the beat of a sleepy rhythm, pad across the kitchen floor, feed the dog, take a shower, blow dry my hair, get ready, and move to the car. I think about those dreams all day. The only thing I know for sure, where we live, and where we sleep, reside in the same house.

Lesson #31: Wake up.