#storiesofsleepysoulsandrestlessminds — Public Fediverse posts

And then at some point silence becomes more prevalent and the mind is willing to let it sink in again. Another short stay at the back door, just to feel the air of night and collect a few sounds from the village surroundings. Lowlife in bushes, a distant car, the idea of a conversation somewhere out in the darkness but maybe that's little more than a side-effect of senses slightly overstimulated. Taking on dreams, one thought at a time. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later. Mixed mood between being too slow and still being too fast. Cut connections to the topics of the week once more but mind doesn't very much feel okay with that. But doziness keeps from digging deeper into even just one of them either. Bouncing a few messages, setting reminders, listening to the neighbourhood reconsider music and laughter even with all the doors and windows closed. The serenity of winter stars. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Very much later, same as tired. Slightly different rituals, similar flows, texts and snippets and thoughts and a pile of unrelated pictures merging into one. This part of the city in an odd state, somewhere in between early week business and early year laziness, nightlights behind most windows and ornaments still swinging on the balconies. A food messenger, a late bus, a few lonely smartphones leading their owners through the current dark. Slowing down. Settling. Breathing. Many poor tools to tackle the inner noise. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Somewhere in that evening. Head still filled with these clouds to pile up all day, heavy with the dreams and fragments of too many hours fully planned yet not used. Morning started evening ending with the same music. And a slightly different mental mode. Tired. Night vision. Not-so-euphoric recall. Rusty red light. And the perception of new lanterns devoid of any flickering, painting the moment in its very own textures. A vague collection of pieces, maybe to be fit together later. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.

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