Dramatic456

The world looks odd without my glasses.
I can see the details on my lunchbox
and the tiniest specks on my computer,
but I could not tell you
what is written on the menu
or what that poster on the wall says.

i'm tired
it's an exhaustion that permeates my attempts to clear my mind
wrings me out like an old washcloth
leaves me feeling almost empty

i'm falling asleep
and every time I shut my eyes
i lose a little bit more of myself

if i am a universe
then the stars are my personality
the greatest forces
in this whirling mass
making me who i am
so many aspects
so varied, so scattered
creating a shining light
displayed for all to see

Stars
They are stars, glowing from afar on a dimly lit stage
Creating constellations, weaving a story of old
Rolling across the sky to reach for another
To hold each other
To lift each other
To become one with each other

Your cheap red nail polish leaves streaks on the paper we pass back and forth
Two different styles of handwriting, fitting together perfectly
A type of poetry, though I misspell every other word
And your grammar is atrocious

My mind explodes with universes
That are mine to create
Mine to expand
Mine to bring alive

I see the leaves fall
And see the fairies riding them
Laughing as they twirl and glide
Racing each other to the ground