Staring Contest With the Ceiling
Sometimes I don't think at all
Nights like this having staring contests with the ceiling
I concentrate on the little sparkly bits in the vast field of white
The nothingness
the lid to my Universe
Sometimes I want to rip it away
Leave myself exposed
For the elements to come pick the flesh off my bones
finish tearing me apart so that I don't have to
Not think at all
Put the lid back on when you're done
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