Misunderstood Thoughts💭

Solitudes Embrace

I hate the time when night has fallen so dark that the world is too quiet well at least my world. My room is illuminated by the street light outside of my bedroom window and the only noise i hear is the soft music i play in the background because i can't stand this quiet. It's too still and silent. My limitless imaginings are searching for places to land to be heard, understood, and maybe even made sense of. I have no one to hear me in these hours. So i would just be speaking into the dark room while my words be absorbed into these walls, these walls that hear it all, even see it all, but stay quiet. Times like this when I'm too restless and so heavy in my mind that no amount of surrendering to my own longing can provide me the aiding to my own slumber. This feeling is a sentiment of being by oneself and lost in solitude but yearning for something more than an hearts emptiness and a mind full of unending consciousness. I use to find rest at hours like this when i could share my boundless wonderings with a presence. That was many moons ago... I ache for that sense of presence again but for now I'll be in this quiet enduring the stillness until my rest is restored.

- Jae "24