nothingness

It is a day splintered into minutes and moments and clogged with information and voices and conversations.

It is nighttime when I can dissolve into nothingness.

The weight in the front of my mind still heavy, the eyes increasingly tiring...an odd ache that I never noticed before nor remembered how it may have even occurred.

I reach for a glass and ask it to fill me up...take the liquid and its cold ice and warm me...numb me.  Persuade me to push back the littered contents of my brain and sweep them into a closet...at least for a few minutes...let me become calm.

Let me find a quiet.

Let me descend into a comfort.  Let me block out the world.  Visuals.  Let me erase the colors and leave but the grays...let me allow the fog to swallow me slowly and absorb me in.

Let me unclench my hand.  Let me make my own bed and lie in it.

Let me become salt in a glass of water.  Let me liquify and melt and change the flavor a bit.

Let me strive to find a comfortable state...let me find an exquisite position.

Let me work hard at reminding myself that in all of this nothingness that you quite frankly are an everything...and let me let that secret knowledge pull me into a smile and a find that position that I crave.