Like a dark blue galaxy
Covered in impressionistic white dots
My eyelids feel heavy today.

I laid on the floor of the gold room
(My favorite room)
In the spa
And a series of questions
Seeking answers
Normally floods my mind
But this time I let it drift
In and out
With eager hands
I did not beg for the guidance
I typically long for
But just lay in quiet
Exhaustion
And my own indulgent defeat.

I think and I hope
This to shall pass
My father hasn't been living with my mother
For several months now
I hope she has stopped counting
I have.

Call out culture
Built from the desire
The need
To openly vocalize
Discrepancies
On the technological plane
We exist on
As much
If not more than
Life.

It is nights like this
Where I would gladly take
The questioning of my uncertainty
The stress of making **** happen
Than the iron cold feeling
Of defeat.

The eclipse is tomorrow
Don't burn your eyes
I think I'll hibernate
And shift my focus.

We play so hard
Because we work so hard
And the world is every bit
Challenging.