The room so still
With the sound of the outdoors and the ticking of clocks filling my ears
I’m in bed
Unable to move
My heart so heavy it pins me where I lay
The glass ornament on my bedside table glints next to the picture of me as a child
An amethyst full of worries and dreams
Longing to be emptied by the moon
My heavy but awake eyelids keep glancing around for inspiration to be.