At night
I return to my bed again
Very late
My phone’s light is all I can see
In a pitch black room
My curtains aren’t pulled down
If I turn my head I can see
Outside
There is nothing
It’s dark as well
Eventually my eyes and soul grow tired
Of watching my screen
I roll around and look up at the ceiling
Slowly it comes into my sight
And the dark becomes less dark
I am so used to it.
It’s relieving but sad too.
But I can sit and watch
The fireflies in my head.
The little spurts of energy
Of light
That exist for one perfect moment
Then after that
Nevermore.
Ideas
Thoughts
I will sleep,
Wake up,
And never remember them
Those little fireflies in my head.
The happy moments
I will forget
But I will never forget the dark
It lingers past every burst
Of hopeful light.
Nevertheless,
Every night I lie,
And watch the fireflies in my head.
And how they disintegrate
Before I can catch them
But they relax me into sleep
They keep me alive in this dark room.
I thank them.
