My head it hurts.
My body just won't move right.
I fall over.
I run into the sides of doorways.
If only I were drunk.
Then this all would make some sense.

I slept for fifteen hours.
I lost myself in other worlds.
I found myself in the deep.
The thickness of thought.
An addiction of rest.
One day it will take me.
Absorb me into the abstract.

Maybe one day I won't wake from it.
I can only hope.

Worse Than I Ever Could Have Imagined

It’s the word of a lover that doesn’t fade.
It shows up in sleep patterns
and cheeseburgers.