Bed time   Leave a comment

Even the moon is trying to figure me out.

I feel ignored and watched every second. How am I supposed to figure this all out when I can’t have a sincere interaction?

Medicines are making me sleep. That’s good. I needed rest.

But I wake up and it all finds me again.

And the dreams are starting to interrogate my compassion, my reason. It’s like I was hiding there, but now that I’m showing up more often they have found me out there as well.

Nowhere is safe.

I’m just keeping my mouth closed.


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