i don't know why

Wishing for silence, for solace. Craving arms around me, asking no questions. Or maybe just an old flannel quilt and some time to be enveloped in it. I feel the overwhelming need for a good cry but the reasons seem abstract and undefinable. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed. period. I want a day to not think, not do, not work, maybe even not speak....

Or maybe I need an afternoon to sit on a real beach and be hypnotized by the waves. The one rhythm that always makes sense. And makes sense of things nonsensical.