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Aug 2016
If I sit on my roof
and block out the light from my house,
I can forget that I exist.
I can swim among the constellations
and lose myself in the bittersweet triviality
of our existence.
I can break free from the intoxication
of my life wasted on autopilot.
I can pretend that I am merely thoughts,
free of the weight of a life
and of society
and of reality.
I can question things
and depersonalize
and forget this anchor of a body
and all its bitter consequences.
for now,
all I can do
is lay beneath the stars
and forget.
Written by
Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
       Glass, Ruman Hafsa, ---, Ja, --- and 11 others
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