The space behind my mind. 

Deep into the darkness.

The mattress. 

Closed lids.

Calm.

At peace. 

In the distance plays a football team.

Muffled T.V noise. 

If you listen, it is silent. 

Deep in relaxation. 

The weight of blankets.

Heavy gravity. 

A symphony of beats. 

Deeper into the darkness

The sounds are breath strokes.

Ears provoked and bound. 

Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. 

It come’s as a shocking melody

A daydream stopped immediately.  

A running rabbit mind. 

Not blissful silence.

Not anymore.

A wishful whisper. 

“fuck”

..

“I should be writing.” 

Inspiration hits.

In little bits. 

And when, you never know.