Galaxies separate us, but all that separates me from earth now,
Is my tightly wound, dizzy head,
And the dreaminess of my unused bed.
Staggering stars set me alight, I will not burn up, I will not allow.
The Milky Way’s haze has overtaken me, they say I belong, I disavow.
A Lunar Eclipse stole the mist that has been running through my veins, am I dead?
A Super Nova spoke with much pain, that I am alone now wrapped in their thread.
I weep shooting stars; they leave burns down my cheeks, all of space takes a slow bow.
Did somewhere along the way I forget how to sleep?
Am I lost in a land of unimaginable beauty and misery?
I used to be afraid of the dark night, but now I see that I was afraid of all unknown.
It’s just contrast, a vast sea of endless light, and the sleep I’ve lost that goes miles deep.
The clouds mock me with their pillow like appearance, for once I am
above them, and I inflict the injury.
The moon shines gently as I sleep for the first time as a part of space, I am a star that will grow and never be alone.
This was written when I was incredibly sleep deprived, and was cursing insomnia every second of every day.