The empty sound of nothing can be quite loud.
As the ears stop absorbing and the brain stops recording,
You just be,
Be in that moment.
Your mind starts to roam,
Roaming like a horse in the Plains.
And that’s when it happens
A blanket of calmness covers you
As your head rest on contentment,
All your cares are gone,
All your troubles forgotten
For a brief second
And then you drift
Drift into a world
Where you are free as a bird
Soaring high in the clear wide sky
Then like a jolt from a nine hundred volt battery
Your admission in that world is revoked
And you are back wince you came,
The place you had escaped, weary eyed and downtrodden
But those words don’t describe you as of now
You’ve been reborn, fresh and anew
Your mind has been rebooted, programming and researching
Solving that problem that stressed you out before
Taking on that ill that sent you into hiding
Just a thirty-minute pause can be
That remedy to surviving many more
Grab a blanket
Find a pillow
And take you one.