Rest.
Trying so hard to take my own advice. I’m on my second cup of decaf. I wonder what I can say to myself to get myself to rest. I want to be so much farther than I am. I want to be somewhere else although I don’t mind being where I am right now.
I want to be doing more. Yet, I don’t know what that more is. No longer satisfied, with being unsatisfied. In the meantime, I’m doing the best I can to live in the moment, in the meantime. In the meantime, is driving me up 10 walls. Just makes me tired. I need to rest.
Rest.
A whole lot harder, than it seems. The more I try to rest, the more restless, I become. Rest, why can’t I find you? I shall keep looking for you. Maybe, you’re sitting there. With, my dreams.
I hope.
I dream.
I try.
Restlessly dreaming,
Cassandra
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