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Ani Dec 2014
The mind goes round and round
It chases rabbit trails
Will sleep come?
Will she even rest?
She never knows what to expect.
She longs for sleep
But her mind chooses otherwise
There are burdens on her heart
There are worries in her mind
Things she must think through
Decisions that demand her attention
Will she ever get a moment’s peace?
Will she ever rest?
She has to learn that the decision is hers.
She can sleep or worry.
Sit and wonder or let sleep overtake her body
She knows what she wants
But to make that decision
To quiet the mind
To forget the worries
It’s almost unthinkable
But her mind is her own
It’s under her control
Either she controls it or it controls her
She must choose.
Worries or sleep
Control the mind or let it control her
She must decide
She might realize indecision can equal decision
{AEH}
  Dec 2014 Ani
holyoak
are you afraid of parking garages
do you think of empty parking spaces
with empty cars beside them
like your own compartmentalized mind
do the empty spaces scare you
like my own scare me
are you afraid of the dust
are you afraid of the ghosts
sitting where people once were
are you afraid of parking garages
are you afraid of the lonely silence
are you afraid of the concrete walls
that are more solid than anything
that you have ever created
are you afraid 
that you'll be just as cold
just as lifeless
are you afraid of parking garages
are you afraid of where they take you
are you afraid of the airports 
that you always end up in
missing those that never come back
are you afraid of parking garages
are you afraid that you'll park 
and that you'll never leave
are you afraid of parking garages
are you afraid of the flickering lights
and your own shadow 
bouncing in front you
are you afraid of going somewhere 
and never coming home
are you afraid of your home
and when they asked you where home is
did you stutter 
because you almost said someone's name
instead of a place
or is your home that parking garage
blank and grey 
empty and hollow
are you afraid of parking garages

[holyoak]

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