Busy Brain

Tonight my brain will not rest. It will not light on any single thought. I've written a thousand little sentences, ideas, words. I've tried to form the thoughts into something coherent, but nothing is happening, or rather, too much is happening.

Tonight even the yoga cannot quiet the noise. When the yoga doesn't work the voices into tired capitulation, there is not much else I can think of to do than drink some wine, put on some music, take a bath and go to bed and hope that the dreams aren't too disruptive.

Tomorrow is another day.