Like clockwork

I woke up at 2:30,

My eyes slowly taking in the soft glow from the street lamp outside of my window.

I listened to my breathing


My heart skipped a beat.

I don’t know why.

Or maybe I do, deep inside,

But I ignore the reason.

The same as I ignore the slight chill

That settles on my naked torso,

Where I pushed the covers away in my sleep.

I roll on my back, shutting my eyes,

But the room just starts spinning.

I haven’t been able to sleep since.

Lying awake at 3am.

Like clockwork.

Every night.




Like clockwork.



Look through my eyes and the world will seem upside down and inside out.
Perspective is all i have, and spinning gold threads from the scraps of life is a full time job.
Hunting the good moments down and trapping them in jars like fireflies has left me blind.
You would be to, if you had to look at the sun to find a star every day.

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