1–2 minutes
To my fellow insomniacs

In the wee hours of the morning,

When the silence is loudest,

When your thoughts are heaviest,

You mustn’t shy from them,

These are the hours that you must face. 


Thoughts…

Finally free from distraction,

Let them flow,

Let them stay a while,

Listen without judgement,

Your judgement, that’s what counts. 

Soon you will know. 

Be brave,

Now you will know. 

– scob

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