Restless nights are too affordable for calm composures to risk everything for a mere simple sleep, when confronting the very (something) that's essentially making your own freedom from getting..."a good night's sleep"! Since "readiness" itself isn't a calm composure (by ANY chance)! When instead readiness for the good night's sleep you ALWAYS dreamed of...isn't within the standards for your own mind to completely disagree. Mostly because whatever is the very (something) that is keeping you from the very thing ("you ALWAYS dreamed of")... Is what's also making your own mind agree with you (as if it was too easy for the mind too never become "suspicious" of a seemingly natural good night's sleep to begin with). PS... A good night's sleep is only but a curse! A single restless night is ALL the mind truly needs to feed! While readiness (being the very thing that isn't a calm composure by ANY chance) itself, is only but the countermeasure that separates both into giving away what that very (something...truly is) that's seemingly keeping you from what ("you ALWAYS dreamed of")!
Never fully trust your own mind when it's given heavy doses of such a thing simply called... "A good night's sleep"! Its trust is in the very "disturbance" that would otherwise keep you in the dark to both torment and pervert the naturalness that is of..."a good night's sleep".... Forevermore turning into the blight that is of a..."restless night"!
I thought you knew Or maybe you do not Your quiet composure Penetrated my thoughts We had a moment And time slowed down A second of eye contact Has me turned around Your smile says it all And that glimmer in your eye Maybe you don’t know But if you asked I’d lie
Always be on the lookout In case someone sees you holding your girlfriends hand Be wary of those who claim that god loves everyone but objectify you for your sexuality Always maintain your composure when someone mentions the idea of your sexuality being a ‘kink’ And finally find your people The ones who offer a rope down the dark well that is your mind The ones who give you light The ones who uplift
They tell you to not give in And so far I haven’t For that I am proud
Sometimes I go to A place To write Or read Or paint A pleace So quiet So still So appeasing Nothing except A light breeze Lapping water My notebook And me But sometimes When I'm there In a place Of such beauty And composure All the things I came here To do Get lost in The lull Then All I Can do Is drop what I'm doing And simply Sit there Enjoying God's gorgeous Creation
dadirri | Australian | (n.) the concept of inner deep listening and quiet still awareness; a 'tuning in' experience to deeply understanding the beauty of nature
Another day, another moment passed, It feels like time has taken away the connection between me and everyone else, I feel what it’s like to be disconnected from those closest to you and distance from those I never once doubted to be next to me for the worst of times. I have no one to call when trouble starts, I lost the closest people to me, due to my pride and self worth, Giving up those who were deemed trustworthy because I actually thought, contemplated and realized that loving myself is all that’s worth. Told myself never again, Reaching out to the voices in my head, Everything is just scrambled now, Situations and certain things can grow to ruins in a matter of a couple seconds. Time has effortlessly proved to me the true colors that reside underneath the personalities of people, associates, Even family members, those never underestimated can still indicate actions of opposition, I was shown that at a young age and even now; a connection, yet a reflection.