No. I'm not going to bed.
I'm sorry, I lie sometimes.
You know in those hours
when your mind struggles to wake
because with every nerve and muscle and every cell
your body knows
just knows that sleep is imperitive
well the mind, confused
continues to put together assumptions of life
and being and breathing and what the future will be
in five minutes and sometimes five years
oh the years are most interesting
awaking with such an odd feeling
wait, was I there? will I be? What? Stop. No.
Sweet, so sweet. Is it just me?
Am I stupid again? Overreacting?
Ah. How shallow I can be.
I wonder also if days like this always follow dreams like that.
I've never been the sporadically emotional type
maybe I was just too young
for now, I'm fine
but if you catch me cryin'
don't ask why