I want to float,
yet moreso than floating I want to fade
into the blackness of the universe beyond earth and
all there is to roam in its folds, to fly beneath and above the
stars that shine against blankets of navy that
swallow them all up come sunrise
And waking up ignites such horror and moreso
than anything in those foggy minutes
between sleep and wakefulness is
the fatigue that sparks my everlasting
longing to jet off among the galaxies and
to ****** well live there til our time ends --
Never to return --
for it is far better out there where it is so close to untouched,
than here,
smothered,
in this false darkness following sleep.
a drip drop drabble of messy thoughts concerning my worrying inability to wake up these days