Sunday, October 16, 2022
What may this hour bring?
It’s an early awakening as midnight thoughts string. And so, I can’t fall back asleep; my world clings in black while lying on my back, and not one thought lacks.
I search through a virtual village between a digital world I splurge—on media, people’s stuff, and I want to fly away, so it’s often Expedia.
It’s been different lately; I meditate. It’s to cleanse the mind, steer the body, and regulate the breath. This reinforces peace—a luxury most won’t attain because this world values drama in media. It’s the reason our virtual village is in a thriving predicament.
That is to say, what this hour should bring.
Darkness—a wound where light enters. For what is a lifetime mess becomes your message.
Explore The People and not their shelves.
Loneliness—a claim for peace—sit in your frustration and explore it like a passage.
Is something missing in life? Well, it’s on the way.
Through a dark hour when I’m awake, that’s all I must say.