Wednesday, May 12, 2010

This silence feels so good against my ears.

I had forgotten what is was like.

And this darkness...

This pure, true darkness feels so smooth upon my eyes.

To stifle even just two of my senses is such a beautiful relief from the fury that occupies my nights.

The liberation from the rampant, uncontrollable thoughts that ordinarily assail my mind during these forgotten hours is like the feeling of cold silk against my fingertips.

The thoughts are still there, certainly.

But only fractionally.

What a wonderful thing.

This pillow, however, could stand to be a little more comfortable against the back of my head.

Luckily, that is a problem that is readily solvable.

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