The moonlight from the west at 4am

 

I cant sleep right anymore…

its not the same.

I used to go to bed

feeling drained

and ready.

Now, I turn out the lights

and all I do

is stare at the

splintered moonlight

crawling

like a snail on a razor blade

across my carpet.

 

If you stare at it long enough

you start to feel like your

underwater.

 

DEEP

underwater.

 

smothered

by the weight of the entire sea.

suspended alone

with nothing to

believe but the

moonlight,

who eternally points out

the only direction you

could never go

 

It’s strange that

At night

we all share

the same light,

But she

never reminds you

that you are not

alone.