a quiet place for a loud head
I'm too tired.I need some fucking rest.
But I can't get a good rest. The body is done. The head has other plans.
In for four. Hold for four. Out for six. It never ends, which is sort of the point.
Some numbers. None of them restful.
00:00:00
here, trying
still counting
01
times I checked the clock
tap the time above
07
thoughts I didn't ask for
they keep arriving
00
minutes of actual rest
give it a minute
They update on their own. Sorry about that.
“Don't think about anything,” it says, handing me another thought.
Just close your eyes. That's all you have to do.
— me, forty-one minutes ago
currently also thinking about
Everything. All at once. Quietly, but loudly.
03 — or, an exit
Maybe just close the tab.
Go on. Try it. I'll still be here in the morning, quietly doing nothing.
If you're still here, that's okay. Rest doesn't have to look like sleep. Sometimes it's just staying still for a minute, with nothing asked of you.