I lay in my bed
faced at my ceiling
the wood boards face down at me
theirs eyes watch me
but seem not to care
each line is unique
curving however they wish
they move like i do in my dreams
freely
unattached to ideals and standards
their shadows don't follow them
like mine to me
the grain comforts me
it keeps me awake
but helps me sleep
i feel safe when under it's scrutiny
and calm under its uniformity