It's 10:55
I'm losing my mind
I try to count sheep
But they just pass me by
I get up and sit
At my desk, bite my lip
What to write, how to feel
Maybe my humor conceals
Who I am truly
Could that possibly be
If you are not you
And I am not me
Then what is my purpose
Why am I still awake
Shut my eyes
Nope
Why am I here
The darkness I fear
Good night, broken world
It's 10:55
And like I said, clearly
I'm losing my mind
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
Comments
I love it! This was me so many nights!
Haha thank you so much! :)
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