The world is quiet
My thoughts are private
My heart beating is the metronome of the passing minutes
Breaths are labored visits
My mind is loud and scattered
Outlandish ideas become gathered, then fractured
No expectations
Heightened sensations
Life’s biggest frustrations
Is anyone else out there lucid
Is anyone else out there wounded
I feel asleep but I am awake
These thoughts constrict around my brain like a hungry snake
Everything becomes hazy
Old memories return vaguely
Everything starts to feel nostalgic strangely
You realize you’ve been feeling sad lately
No not faintly but greatly
You’re overthinking this maybe
You’re just being a cry baby
3:21am
