My imagination is so tired, that I can’t grasp what it whispers to me. I slow my breathing to the rhythm of those vibrations and find myself losing control of my eyelids. My concentrations is so determined to focus on only what these vibrations are trying to give to me, that I close out the world and only hear what can be received. Yet this reception isn’t from a worldly perspective, since it always calms me down until I can’t hear anyone outside of my thoughts. And when I find that I’m within a world only inside of my head, I finally feel the nourishment of much needed rest. I understand that whisper now; so I’ll allow it to take me away from my sorrows and put me into a memory.