hush

I used to challenge myself to go through entire days without speaking. Silence of the mouth leading to silence of the mind, or something. Today I lost my voice to a cold. Keeping silent is infinitely more taxing when you are physically unable to speak.

Sleep does not come easy right now. I lay back, I breathe, I quiet my mind, and still my consciousness remains. Perhaps it is a jilted lover--when I ignore it for days on end until it becomes insistent and drags me to bed, perhaps it believes that I do not want it around and leaves me just when I need it most.

Tonight, maybe I can coax it back to my loving embrace.