I am a Tourist

I find myself, tonight, like many others of late, exhausted yet unable to find respite behind my lids.

My mind, tumultuous and unyielding. My dreams, the shadows of my days that spring to life in the brief darkness that I am allowed. And the strangeness of them…they range and perplex me upon re-entry to the light. Although, most often, there is a familiarity that reassures me. Grounds me amongst the confusion.

But still, I wander though my day dissecting any meaning I can from them. Usually to no avail. I chalk it up to stress and stamp my ticket for my next nights adventure.

Then I happened upon a song, an occurance that is quickly becoming a trait, that made me pause. And there are very few things that cause me to do so. Lightning bugs on a hot summers night, collecting seashells and music.

It’s the tourist that caught my attention. And I realize, I feel more of a tourist in the rhythm of my days than the crazy that is any given dream….. Another post, for another night, when sleep isn’t finally winning.

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