Feeling Life
So music speaks as lovely dewdrop words in the closed-eye silence which
is a ride to solitude
and soliloquizing silently amidst the dim single-lighted bedroom
with a humming record in the background of solo thought
and a realization strikes the mind of constant unrest to be taken aback
by the sudden fact
that as if by fate
there has been an agreement between the extraterrestrial beings which govern the laws of what is earthly perceived
and it all seems so alien as that
that the unrestful mind has now found rest for the
first time in
too long
happy
breathe in
out
thank you
for I'm still stuck on this topic
overthinking what it all means
and all I can really say is
thank you