Dear Rest,
I tend to divert my gaze when you whisper to me softly, beckoning me to you.
And when I don't acknowledge or listen to you, you grow louder, more persistent with your demands. Until I am no longer able to resist you. Until avoidance is no longer avoidable.
Then you grip me tightly and force me into your cocoon. Softly reminding me that had I come when you first gently called to me, that I wouldn't be in this place of complete surrender.
I cause myself anguish because of my resistance. I am trying, I am learning, I am listening <3
