The cold weather makes my bed appear so inviting, it’s tempting to lie down the whole day…
But I’d rather not.
Being in bed inevitably rouses thoughts I do not wish to think about; unpleasant thoughts; thoughts that are not necessarily true but powerfully deceiving; these thoughts know my weaknesses; they know me, every inch of my being. Being away from bed helps me run away from them. Yet it is as if they hide under the covers while I’m gone and take advantage when I’m there.
I’ve been craving for silence most of the time. My senses must have gotten too old much too soon that too much external stimuli tend to overwhelm me that easily. Silence is music to my ears. And if it’s possible, it’s all I long to hear.
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