u cant sleep?

 

in the quiet of the nite, pieces of urself start to gather - the parts u left scattered in the rush of the day. maybe dat’s y sleep seems so distant; the night isnt jst dark, it’s a time when those fragments reappear, lying beside u like gentle reminders. 

u dun hav to understand them, not now. jst breathe. lie here in dis space where nothg is demanded, where everythg can simply, pause.

sometimes, rest isnt abt falling asleep. it’s abt allowing urself to be unfinished, to be a work in progress. 

and maybe, jst maybe, dat’s enough.

- now, go to sleep.