the timeless thoughts that my brain produces
but it seems
my fingers are too tired to type them
I don't know what I want to convey here
the words I have are but memories that
can't properly take shape
they are wondering if ever I have them written
behind the back of my hand
so when I'm lost, I could return
cause you know
I love returning
suddenly the night had found its voice
the hot air is compressed in my lungs
and it is burning in my lower back, too
what have I been doing?
I am not down to sleep at 3am again
but here I am
and I only want to be who I am
what am I saying?
maybe I should just close my eyes
and feel the safety of falling
everything, all this, so much
under the same breath
I left the nightlight on
I hope I find what I am looking for