In the wee hours of the night when all is quiet and dark and calm
it is then that my thoughts are loudest most of all.
I try and quiet the clutter in my mind
but it's on it's own schedule
wreaking havoc
causing me to lose sleep
to worry
to wonder
and tonight,
to cry.
Sometimes, it is this silence, that speaks the loudest.
Too bad there is not a mute button.
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I remember how it was at night - the worst time when you are depressed. All those thoughts come. I used to read so I wouldn't think and it helped.
Belle- I read too and it does help. But sometimes it doesn't. I also try picturing the ocean and the beach, that always calms me down too.
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