It’s Late and I’m Tired

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It’s late and I’m tired. Spent all day trying to figure it out, so now I don’t have whole lot of energy to tell you how I feel. I want to be eloquent and thought worthy yet my eyes are about to close. I had so much to say about worldly events, all those things people do that trouble me and now my mind is blank.

All those things that were of so much importance to me, will have to wait until tomorrow. I hope I can remember them. Right now I just want to lay down, say goodnight and believe tomorrow will be a more productive day.

So under the blankets I go, ready to cozy up to my pillow and release my body from all its daily routines. All my obligations to family and friends are put into a tomorrow list and now to go to sleep.


I’m awake. What has happened, my mind says no to the darkness of my room, it says wake back up we have way to much to do. All those things that I had on my mind are now jumping all over me. They are reminding me of the do’s and don’ts, the not yet and the possibilities of what could happen if I change my mind. Thoughts that won’t go away, won’t hide from my sleeping eyes. Where did the tired go?

I need to remember about breath, to simply think about meditating reminding myself how to get rid of these thoughts through inner determination. Count to ten, breathe in deeply and focus on the nose. OM is not the answer, sheep won’t fit in my room, and warm milk makes me want to throw up.

Forget it. Out comes the feet from under the covers. Even the cat looks up and can’t believe I’m tossing her around. Better get the robe and head for the couch it’s going to be a long night.

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