Artherese

I mean, not all is lost if at least I got to get out a prose or two from restless nights. 

12am

It’s the first time in days that I felt I’m not being chased - by some grand ideals, by some task, from some past. Perhaps this is fleeting but still I bask. At least until dusk. 

2am

Then as I fall into distractions, I wonder what is still I’m escaping from? 

But still, the night is young. I can break free from these shackles, and try, remember to do better. 

I couldn’t ever bring back the times I lose track. It’s okay. I laughed a bit, escaped a bit - and who knows - I needed that. But after, remember. No need to wait for another moment or two to bounce back and restart. 

4am

I may not be getting any sleep tonight. My mind is buzzing. My heart is glad and I don’t know exactly why. Saturday nights - no limits, just chances. 

7am 

And yes, I admit I didn’t have the most productive start - what with drowning the voices with films and clips that make one forget. Immersing myself in lives and love stories not mine.

But, just in the nick of time, I recover. Do my grounding rituals - like write & create, capture gratitude, read a book, rest a bit, meditate and ground myself, listen to music, to nature, even stretch and move. These are anchors to try, to thrive, or at least get by. 

Today has so much in store. At 7am -it has been quite a ride already. Though I rested just barely, I’ll face the rest, bravely. 

Catalyzing sunshines, and rising through storms.

9am 

What a way to start the weekend. Parking my worries, a bit. Immersing in stories. I know. Before I know it Monday, here it comes. Til then, I’ll revel in these stolen pockets. Of time. Of rhymes. 

(c) Artherese, 2025