Staring deep
Into the darkness
Above you.

What do you see?

Do you see shadows?
Demons?
Ghosts of the past?
Memories?

Well, I see the future.
The what-if’s.
And the “could-be’s”

I see my reflection.
My own self.

Its like looking into
My head.
Sifting through
The many ideas and thoughts.

...

The darkness, sometimes,
Presses down on me like
Compressed air.

I stare.
And stare.
And can’t blink my eyes shut

...

Alas, I am
Trapped in a
False world.
Where no one
Can reach me.

Till sleep finds me.
And claims me.

...

Only then,
Will I be free.