Sleep
Let eyelids form few drop memories of dreams unfulfilled
Let skin turn blue like skies watching shapes form in the clouds of where your ambitions used to live
Play music
Let melody mix with sentiment and imagine forfeited futures
Hear wedding bells
Hear the laughter of your children’s never haves filled with the promises of the futures you couldn’t keep
Play hide and seek
Pretend mr almighty has his flashlight shining bright into the darkest places you’ve ever known
Searching for the remnants of the skeleton you became while hiding in your closet
Freeze
Like green lights turned red with backyard games filling silences in the shallows of your breath
Smile
Smile like the weight lifted from your shoulders to your jawlines to the top of your forehead until it pulls your lips skyward while floating like an anvil balloon
Take a shower
Feel recycled and refreshing water run from your temple to your toes as if the feelings you harbor could lift anchor to sail away with the dirt under your fingernails
Sing
Sing cause the shower is a sound booth and mixing music with mania has become your profession
Hide
Don’t let people see you sleep
It’ll only worry the ones around you
They’ll mistake sheep jumps for countdowns and whistles for flatlines
Pick your bed well
Find a firm place to lay your head
But sink shallow enough so the mattress frame doesn’t visibly bother others
Stop checking your phone
Turn off the tv and laptop
You weren’t meant to remind yourself of the reasons you sleep instead of thrive
Don’t need to see acquaintances accomplish your life goals while you lay in shallow bed frames snoring until the ground quakes with your contribution
You’ve been here before
Slept in these shoes
Smiled with plastic carved caricatures in mask plasters stuck to expressionless afterthoughts
So just sleep
Sleep where the ground is comfy
And the grass excuses dew drop memories leaking with sky blue lips through pale white clouds of never haves and could be’s
Your home in your private hostel
No ceiling
Just 4 walls and a floor plan shallower than sea level
When they ask you why you haven’t woken up in awhile
Let them realize you’re home is where your heart is
Your heart is most comfortable when you’re at peace with the environment you belong in
You sleep in basements so you can feel as low as your life does
It’s okay
You’re done waking up
Dreams may come to an end
But not if you’re willing to invest in them
Buy yourself a burial plot so beautiful you can dream of cloud filled skies as blue as the lips you sport and the mental illness you thought you could bury
Not realizing
It was already burying you