Sleep

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