Do you ever rub your eyes so hard that
you start seeing the galaxy.
Mostly black
with flashes of purple and
other lights.
You can see,
even though your eyes
are closed.

I want to go there
I want to be weightless
I want to disappear

Those lazy days
Weird days
Tired days
Like when you stand up too fast
and you're trippin
on space and time
Or when you are so tired
and you stare at something
but you're not thinking
about that something.
Your mind is blank
and your eyes are heavy
And you feel light
and heavy at the same time
There's pressure on your eyes
and you want to sleep.

Go to sleep child
Wake up tomorrow with a new day ahead

Eyes sore
Begging me to fall asleep
But not without some tears shed before
For no reason
I'll die a little inside
Goodnight
Goodnight

Am I crazy?
For wanting to go outside
And lay down on the asphalt.
Feel the cool roughness against
My back.
To run my hands along the ground and feel the rocks tarred together.
To look up at the sky and see the rain clouds overhead.
To feel the chilling breeze
Teasing my hair
And whispering in my ears.
To feel the ****** of raindrops gently falling on my face.
To hear the rumble of cars nearby and know that I am in their path.
I don't wish to die, but
I like the thrill.

Bon Iver
Soothes my irritation
I look out the window
The beautiful mountains
Undulating with
The sun's rays and
The dark contrast
Of shadows
Against the
Blinding white snow.
It's a good day
To be alive.
The sun tells me
That there's always goodness
Even if you can't see it
Because it's hiding behind the clouds
For a minute.
The sun will always come out.
It's a good day
To be alive.

What's the point of life
When you feel like you don't matter.
When you spend a little extra time in the morning,
And nobody notices.
Because nobody cares,
Unless your pretty or dying.
And I'm not either.
I'm just in the middle.