When I lay at bed at night I collect my thoughts that I want to dream about. I know this is nonsense because collectively my subconcious has already decided what to sort through from my thoughts during the day or perhaps week. But I still think of my sweetest moments before I look deep into the back of my eyelids.

I concentrate on my breath, I feel my body relax, muscle by muscle…soon enough my subconcious takes over. I’m locked in.

Recently I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with weight before I sleep. It’s almost like I feel something huge about to happen to me. Now, keep in mind I am moving across the US and yes this could be the determining factor…but  I’ve been arguing that it could be something else.

Let’s face it. Everyone thinks about dying. It’s pure human nature. Lately, I’ve been feeling like I might be dying soon. It’s very peculiar. I’m not afraid, in fact I’m intrigued by this warning feeling and I’m trying to figure out why my inner is relentlessy telling me this.

It’s strange. really.