Nighttime and the clock ticks on. Each second a moment shifting closer to the end of falling sands, a painful indication of the time creeping within reaching grasp of what constitutes as time to sleep, but is it really?
What if I don't want to sleep, what then?
I could read something or surf the internet, or just do nothing and lie back.
Is there such a thing as thinking nothing?
Mind like a blank slate, when there are no images, no thoughts, no words to clutter the streets of your brains?
Is there ever a moment of curfew inside of a head?
If there is then I know not of it.
How could there be absolutely no thoughts?
Isn't meditation something like that? I don't know what it's like to meditate.
The closest I come to meditating is when I'm drawing, that's the one time I can sit in one place for hours together..but that isn't meditation exactly is it? Because the head is flooded with a hundred thoughts and questions and imaginations and that defeats the purpose of meditation? Or no?
The importance of sleeping and the many reasons not to..for starters there isn't any sleep here. There might be in some time, but not now.
But then again there isn't much that this system feels like getting engaged in either.
I was reading but it feels a bit tiresome to do so now, because the head isn't in an enough functioning state. Watching something is too much work for eyes..which leaves with the only available option of sleeping, but ugh..sleeping.. though I've no desire to denigrate an act of such pious necessity that enforces itself often with an unassailable storm of sweet tsunami that obliviates the necessity of anything other but. But sleeping..I've never grown to love it. It's always that time of the night when I'm at my most brooding, most resentful and in the process of recollection of day's deeds, something which can be most disappointing when the day has been in particular littered with a host of uneventful useless activities.
Also that time of the night when I make a mental list of almost everything that needs be done tomorrow, from thinking of meal menus to workout routines to chores and cleanliness routine.
Case in point laundry..double ugh.
I might have started this post with some other thought, and it's taken a turn for the worst.
some more leaves to draw then, and many thanks if those leaves of reddened hue looked almost real.
Tomorrow could be difficult..it's after all Tuesday. That day of the week which I know bears personal grudges against me for some reason..
Hearts ♥️
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