Swing Away The Thoughts

At the hour most people are deep in slumber, I lie awake.

3:30am: I sat there watching, hearing the rain pour down outside my window.
As I sat there I couldn't shut off the valve of thoughts. Each thought racing after another, one by one, running.

Just because I am getting older doesn't mean I can't have a carefree mind of child like innocence. Just because I see the hurts and struggles of this world doesn't mean I can't be wild and free.

For me I search for ways to connect with childhood. Ways to connect to a carefree mind; connect to a time where each thought in the race floats away, even if just for a minute.

My way of connection: swings.
They embody fun: soaring high, feeling your stomach drop as you come back down. Yet swings, swings are so much more to me than a rush of adrenaline. Swings allow all the thoughts to float away. It is as if my thoughts float up with me, then drift off high into the sky, and don't come back down with me.

Swings are innocence.
Swings are letting go of each thought in the race.
Swings are finding you in your childhood innocence.


As I sat there watching the clock tick closer to 4am, I wished I was on a swing, swinging away the thoughts.