it is time to sleep, but my heart is heavy. evening meditation long done, the backchannel thoughts posted, nothing left but to sleep, and this odd weight that appears suddenly and drags all my insides to it.
it tells me i need to cry. it doesn’t tell me why. i look for reasons, but that’s just foolish. little ego is more than ready to give them. i wave that away with a grimace.
no idea why. but i really need to cry.
so i will.
“… why live life from dream to dream, and rue the day when dreaming ends…”