Rest

Words can not describe how badly I want to rest.
Just for a while.
I just want to rest somewhere else, somewhere by myself. Where I can surround myself with words and rhythms and monochrome colors.
A different kind of rest than sleeping. I find that I am the most uncomfortable when I lay down at night, when my thoughts run wild.

I want the kind of rest you feel when you are the most comfortable. I constantly crave something else. I want the kind of rest you feel when you drink your hot coffee on a rainy day on the 12th floor of your building. I want the kind of rest you feel when you arrange those sunflowers you hand picked in a glass vase on your desk top. I want the kind of rest you feel as you sit on the last afternoon bus and re-read your favorite pages from your favorite book. I want the kind of rest you feel as you drive through the night under the street lights and listen to the music you once received as a present from a lost love.

I just want the tension in my head and in my body to go away.

Rest with me for a while.
Lay in my arms, so I can hear your heart beating.


Bee