The pillow is cold,
My head is all over the place,
And I know I should be asleep.
“It will make you feel better”.
A friend’s thought vibrates besides me,
It is a shout from a young discouraged soul.
Nothing rare I guess…
I let sound take me away from reality.
I disable the “How do you feel about that?”
I try to think instead.
Give him a plan! Says my brain.
I hope I helped.
I am not sure if I believe,
Everything my hand writes.
But one thing I know…
The feeling of not being able to help,
Is plain ugly.
Drop a cherry on top.
That feeling is…
The exact way I feel about my life.
Does the “you’ll be ok” bring hope?
I guess it all goes back to making sure
you know where you come from.