Ever had that feeling when you go to bed the last thing that you want to do is think? Just think. That's the last action you want to do. I mean, there's the brush, the floss and when I would have someday a kiss from my love just before going to bed you know. After that, just close your eyes, hold your love one and start forgetting today because tomorrow is a brand new day and your baggage is about to go somewhere else. No not to the airport, those people are lousy for keeping your baggage even more so they'll toss it elsewhere and when you file for it they'll claim it's nowhere to be found sigh.
Anyway, going back to bed, the last action you want to do is think. Not contemplate or reflect just sleep it off. There's no need to focus when going to bed because you're just going to bed anyway. You don't need to find yourself in a world where everyone will look for you. You are sleeping after all, unless you're a fugitive on the run or even more so just so some one who has trouble sleeping.
What is sleep these days? How do we define it?
Psychologically it's the REM or rapid eye movement that involves your eyes to start dreaming. Like a dream you wish to be part of it...but again you can't sleep. Is it the bed? Is your partner secretly snoring? Or is it just you can't?
I don't love to sleep in medication because I find myself cornered by the feelings that I have to control. I feel like not myself when I drink the medication, I mean, it's a way, a method and even a purpose to just take few sips of it and knock out. Of course, there's the occasional alcohol, beer, or liquor. Whatever poison is out there to knock you out. As most liquor drinks have a sleeping substance in it that knocks out, it's only a matter of time to find how much it will take to knock you out.
However, I think it's just the night. You know? I think the night calls to me just to stay up. Like a little kid, who still believes in the bogeyman, it's afraid it will take it away. There I say, "It's alright, I'm here I'll stay up," so I start looking around to be busy.
I pick up the pens, the papers and my mind just to write. Write anything I think of to keep me up whether it's scary fiction or espionage thriller I find myself just to think the night is calling me to stay up. I mean breaking up its heart when I fall asleep I am reminded I am alright again because it tells me I could sleep because the bogeyman is not there today.
I forgot how much sleep is worth these days because by the end of it all when I wake up again, daybreak is here and I find myself wrapped up in a blanket and/or a pool of my drool on the side.
(To Be Continued)
Anyway, going back to bed, the last action you want to do is think. Not contemplate or reflect just sleep it off. There's no need to focus when going to bed because you're just going to bed anyway. You don't need to find yourself in a world where everyone will look for you. You are sleeping after all, unless you're a fugitive on the run or even more so just so some one who has trouble sleeping.
What is sleep these days? How do we define it?
Psychologically it's the REM or rapid eye movement that involves your eyes to start dreaming. Like a dream you wish to be part of it...but again you can't sleep. Is it the bed? Is your partner secretly snoring? Or is it just you can't?
I don't love to sleep in medication because I find myself cornered by the feelings that I have to control. I feel like not myself when I drink the medication, I mean, it's a way, a method and even a purpose to just take few sips of it and knock out. Of course, there's the occasional alcohol, beer, or liquor. Whatever poison is out there to knock you out. As most liquor drinks have a sleeping substance in it that knocks out, it's only a matter of time to find how much it will take to knock you out.
However, I think it's just the night. You know? I think the night calls to me just to stay up. Like a little kid, who still believes in the bogeyman, it's afraid it will take it away. There I say, "It's alright, I'm here I'll stay up," so I start looking around to be busy.
I pick up the pens, the papers and my mind just to write. Write anything I think of to keep me up whether it's scary fiction or espionage thriller I find myself just to think the night is calling me to stay up. I mean breaking up its heart when I fall asleep I am reminded I am alright again because it tells me I could sleep because the bogeyman is not there today.
I forgot how much sleep is worth these days because by the end of it all when I wake up again, daybreak is here and I find myself wrapped up in a blanket and/or a pool of my drool on the side.
(To Be Continued)
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