It is Friday
And I have nothing to say.
The fan is spinning shadows on
The ceiling
And the bass from a passing car
Is thumping through the walls.
The air mattress is slowly deflating beneath
Me and anxiety squeezes my chest.
You left.
I guess that’s all.
And you
Can have it all.
From the ceilings
To the floor,
From the moon to
The sun,
From The Heavens
Above
To Hell down
Below.
Everything you
Want
And more.
I’m not in it
To win,
I’m in it
To
Live and love.
Seems she has been in her cocoon
For some time now.
Lingering
There,
In between.
Wings damp
Eyes wide open
Wondering if maybe she took too long,
For she has always been one to fall behind.
Following her heart in haste
Leaving her mind reeling;
Confused by the games.
(She thinks she was sleeping while they read the rules)
She had immersed herself in
Her own
Ethereal
Delicious love
Only to find herself alone
Upon
Emerging from the healing.
She will rise up through
The air
Now.
She is aware
Ceilings, walls
And floors
Are imaginary.
She thought.
She did not think.
She loved.
She believed she loved.
She thought she was awake.
She was only dreaming
So
Here she lies staring
At the ceiling.
And
Sleep evades her
This darkest night
As so many nights before.
Once again she tosses and turns,
Unpleasant thoughts raging inside her brain.
More often than not this bed is no friend.
Chole Into Diamonds 