7/24/2024

It’s time for bed

My body is both sleepy and awake

I struggle to get myself to sync

My eyelashes seal

The bright red and blue lights begin

Immedietly jerking my body awake

I wait for my stomach to settle

Fighting the heaviness of my eyes

The lights enter through the slits

The dance repeats over and over

Until the darkness consumes me for the night

Once I’m in, the tape—————————————————————-

Sometimes I feel like this stagnant presence

Like I’m just one tree in a large forest

Those that pass, pick the fruit off

Consuming what they find to be the most valuable

Leaving behind the source to replenish and nurture itself

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Things get so intense sometimes

I feel myself slipping

I doubt my ability to take another step

I wonder what it’s all for

People often talk about having a calling in life

What could all of this possibly mean about me?

Did it need to take so much violence to become who I am?

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No one ever gets to the end

I having found a match

A devoted fan

Someone who can’t put me down

Someone who not only can read me

But wants to reread me until my spine is worn

Until my pages soften