Bed.
Desk.
Nightstand.
I lay on my bed, trying to sleep.
Not making a sound,
Just counting sheep.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
My mind begins to wander after 5.
I think about colors and shapes.
I think about why the hell I'm even alive.
I think of my anxiety and how my leg shakes.
I think of all the mistakes I've ever made.
I count again.
1...
2...
Mind drifts off again.
I think of my future and what it will hold.
I won't go very far
Well that's what I'm told.
I close my eyes and think of scenarios.
I think of them holding my hand and giving me attention.
I think of skating at night with the love of my life.
I think of star gazing and mindlessly talking with them.
Them.
They're the reason I can't sleep now.
I think love them.
Don't tell them...
