My lullaby

Twist and turn

My mind’s churning

So many crowding thoughts

Trying to suppress but got caught

Caught in this trap that got me on hold

Overthinking, I think it’s called

Twist and turn

Oh how to get away?

You reached me through invisible signals

I hear your even breathing

That small, seemingly insignificant hushing

Stretching to reach a deep part of me

Caressing my troubled melancholy

Late night realizations

One turns off their phone not because they don't want to receive calls but because they want to avoid the pain of disappointment when they receive none.