Feeling Life

So music speaks as lovely dewdrop words in the closed-eye silence which

is a ride to solitude

and soliloquizing silently amidst the dim single-lighted bedroom

with a humming record in the background of solo thought

and a realization strikes the mind of constant unrest to be taken aback 

by the sudden fact

that as if by fate

there has been an agreement between the extraterrestrial beings which govern the laws of what is earthly perceived

and it all seems so alien as that

that the unrestful mind has now found rest for the 

first time in 

too long

happy

breathe in

out

thank you

for I'm still stuck on this topic 

overthinking what it all means

and all I can really say is

thank you