The morning arises
me still awake
thoughts fleeting through my head like a sharp razor slicing a fine piece of paper
i sit here on my bed staring
as a gleam of light creeps through my blue curtains
reminding me that sleep is still not within my grasp
"i wish i was in a drunken slumber" i tell myself
at least then i would have some shut eye
its been awhile since I've been truly happy.