insomnia – Beneath The Canvas

The Nesting Ground

As I recline into the nesting ground of my thoughts My eyes evade retiring for the night.

All alone in the twilight hour….she waits for her mind to catch up with her lifeless body…just so she can rest for the night. All thoughts are processing, replaying and pausing and deleting. Trying to forget or remember or leave all behind. She waits with patience while her heart reloads for the next round ofContinue reading “She waits…..”