Sleep becomes more and more of a chore
As time lingers on
Weary eyes so lethargically greet the sun
And so wispy eyed with annoyance close
I place a mask over my eyes
Turn off my phone
Tonight
Write and cathartically release inner thoughts
To silence my mind for the night.

11:58pm
Its 12:58am in Philadelphia
11:58pm in Alabama
And whenever people ask me where I'm from
I say I'm a bit of a mutt.

People ask what my end goal is
What I want
Where I see myself going
I don't know.
I really. Don't ******* know.

But thats sort of not true
In truth
In glimmering, exotic, and plain as day
Sight in the corners
Of what we deem goals
I see and I feel
And I long for so much
That I cannot possibly
Possibly articulate it
Into one sentence.
One paragraph.
One essay.
One monologue.
If only I could take the visions and fantasies in my mind
Slurp them away only for a millisecond
To show the viewer.