Ruination within the throng of rumination
too tired to even think
STRAIGHT.
When nothing makes sense
everything seems to lead to fatal mistake.
Pay no heed to the noise occupying the mind.
Listen to the empty space
left behind.
Once the eviction has been served,
welcome the nothingness.
Open the windows and change the air
so you can breathe
in this newly cleared inner space.
Feel the rise and fall of your chest
and know this is where
YOU
in your truest form rests.
Time to let sleep come
so dreams can flow.
No longer trying to make sense
but sensing
what is already known.
Move over Descartes, I know therefore I am! Ou je sais, donc je suis. (my attempt at philosophical humour)