Insomnia sweeps me off my feet every night
I fall into his arms like a ice skating champion landing a double pirouette.
Insomnia pulls at the corners of my bed sheets. He pulls at the corners of my eye lids keeping me awake.
The ceiling, his bestfriend starring back at us.
Darkness a cousin who came and never seems to leave from the summer vacation I had 7 years ago that I couldn’t wait to go home from.
Thoughts.. the old friend that never replies to messages that we keep sending
We cannot forget anxiety, the sister that we never bonded properly with ,that keeps insisting on having a relationship.
The sister who sips coffee across from me every morning as I adjust my glasses so I can see at which dreamt up scenario I can start my day from.
Panic is the therapy dog that follows me everywhere I go, that try’s to keep me safe.

Street lights don’t turn fast enough for me, I see red.
I’ve never been good at slowing down
Driving takes my mind away
I leave it 28km behind me as I grip my steering wheel.
The only control I have is which back road I’ll take next.
I turn my music up loud enough that I can’t hear the sound of my voice when I scream the lyrics that I’ve memorized for 10 years.
I light the cigarette between my fingers and raise it to my lips.
Wisps of smoke slip past the filter like words that I’ve always wanted to say.
My head is full of ghosts these days, and all of them want to stay.