You have this feeling of anxiety,
this pit in your stomach.
You're all wound up,
but feel so tired.
You crawl into bed,
feeling chilly underneath thick blankets
that seem to take forever to warm you,
but eventually do.

It's pitch black.
You close your eyes
and it becomes just a bit darker still.
The gears in your head keep turning
and turning
and turning
ceaselessly as they always do,
but too rapidly,
thinking on the wrong things,
creaking under the strain.

Focus
on the backs of your eyelids
on the black void there
and find clarity in nothing.
Find peace.

You see yourself lying there
and shift your focus
to the pit in your stomach.
Your body fades away
and only the pit is left,
an ethereal mass of black and purple fog.

You concentrate on it,
on the cause of this burdensome feeling,
on your worries and insecurities.
Why?
Why do they exist?
What is their point of origin?
They come from you.

They exist because you lack
focus.
There is only one thing that matters.
Only one.
You focus on that.
Everything else is just fluff.
You focus on
the beauty of life.

You concentrate on
the thick fog of the pit
and will it into a ball
that grows smaller and denser
until you reach out and grasp it
in the palm of your hand
and your grip tightens
as the ball shines blinding light
between your fingers
and you crush it like a light bulb.

All is dark again
and you open your eyes.
It was a dream, but yet
it wasn't.
You've only been in bed for an hour.
But the pit is gone
and you feel so alive,
so happy and at peace.

You feel so much better
because you've become so much greater
than you have ever been.




© Little Devil