Thoughts

By Lucille Wilkinson

A series of short takes on every day situations and how we perceive them, see them and react to them.  How do we feel, what's going through our minds as we watch people and situations play out around us?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 28, 2006
• ISBN: 9781467807043

Lucille Wilkinson

 

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© 2006 Lucille Wilkinson. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 6/19/2006

ISBN: 1-4259-3426-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4678-0704-3 (ebk)

Printed in the United States of America

Bloomington, Indiana

Thoughts

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I think...probably too much, about too many things, about too many people, too many thoughts. Situations and problems, time and money, children and mothers and daughters and sons and wives and lovers and ... too many things. Maybe, one day, there won’t be anything to think about. Just a sleepy day with no worries, no thoughts. It’s warm outside.

Inside there’s sleepy people moving, children crying, mothers screaming, a game on the tv. Maybe, one day, a quiet day, when it’s warm and bright with just a gentle breeze to cool the skin, just a hint of warm sunlight.

To think.

Some day, when it’s quiet enough to think in peace, an unhurried thought about the stillness of the day when noise is far away with nothing to crowd out the peacefulness. When distractions don’t come and everything seems new. I’ll think....

Sleep, when it comes. Disturbed, restless, noisy somewhat, but sleep. It seems distant, never quite right, just out of reach, and yet, so near. Thoughts....of morning coming, of night slipping away slowly and ever so quietly. Thoughts....of making days go away, begging for night to come and stay. To hide behind the darkness and think about the day.........

To steal into the night, wrap up in its warmth, to be surrounded by its darkness and nurtured by its comfort, to be protected from the cursed light of day with all its pain -- restful sleep. Away from the crying, the screams, the hurts. The wants, the haves, the loves, the hates. With each comes its own pain, intensified by thoughts until the light of day slips into night and in the solitude of darkness, thoughts of yet another day begs to come. To seize all that sleep can give without asking for anything back.....and perhaps, not have to think.

Surrounded by so much, so full of life yet so empty. So wasted and hollow and, in the hollow, deeper and ever more distant. Deeper still, in the pit the cries are muffled and sounds die. The thoughts too.

Outside the day is bright. Inside, so dark and ugly and empty and cold. So many thoughts run through -- always the same -- nothing new. Tomorrow, next week, no, maybe soon. But wait, not now, no, maybe later. Perhaps with rest.......

Make the thoughts go away.

Sometimes life is like a cloudy day -- you can see, but not very far and the harder you look the less you see. And as you try to fix your eyes upon something, you suddenly realize you’re losing your balance and you start to stumble. You try to regain your balance, all the while blindly going forward.

You look off in the distance and all you see is the edge of a dark cloud that doesn’t seem to have an end. It hangs low -- you can almost touch it. Before you know it, you hear the sound of thunder and you smell the scent of rain as it slowly finds its way to you. Gradually, your whole disposition changes. You start to think about what a terrible day it is, why did you get out of bed?

Then, the rain stops.

The sun peeks through and the air is fresh and clean again. You make plans and you swear you are never going to let a day go by without appreciating the warmth of that sunshine. You forget about the hurtful things that passed through your mind and you say it’s a good day.

The rain is almost over now and I can