Racing Thoughts

I lay down ready for sleep. Closed eyes. Tucked in. Silence. And then...

Thoughts race through my mind growing louder and louder. An awkward encounter, a typical encounter, with a coworker replays over and over. Alternative versions of conversations and interactions - choose your own adventure. Projects that need to be completed, prioritized, reorganized. Grocery list for the weekend, planing meals. Philosophical thoughts about love, life, happiness and death.

Can silence exist when I feel so loud and chaotic?