"Rest"

Coming down back to your senses like an itching wake-up call
You wind up your day and crack a joke.
Your eyes looking for a dose of familiarity.
Next thing you know you are chasing a headache
and losing control…
Sunset plays you a song that would rest your thoughts
…showering you with words
You will reach out for the nearest pen and paper and scribble your notes down
in endless paragraphs to the tune of a heartbreak.
You tear the paper into pieces sink down on your own bed and read a book to distract the tornado going on in your head.
You’re wistful. You’re tired and wanted to do nothing now than close your eyes and think of a beautiful face.

Tears are now falling down your eyes, crystalline as they crawl their way to your teeth.
You wanted to force a smile, think happy but you just know you have to go through it.
So much beauty it seems but painful…So much hope it seems but undeniably vague.
You wanted to believe its not your fault but deep down inside, everything is just killing you…

The amberness of what surrounds are the memories that radiates in your vision.
You finally concluded that everything was a dream drawing to a close.
You finally appreciate the beauty of loneliness and letting go.
You finally realized that that day was not the end of you.
You know today that sometime in the middle of tomorrow, this will all be over.
You know now that it could all be gone but you can still be happy.

But then at the moment all you have is the truth slapping you in the face, memories chasing you everywhere, your hands finding a good grip to hold and a prayer that would conquer all these.

Coming down back to your senses like an itching wake up call.
You tried winding up and crack a joke…Play a familiar song, breathe in some rest and watch your thoughts transformed into words.