My head throbs

I can’t sleep

I’m tired

 

I arrange my pillows

Halting to then caress one.

Sometimes I forget

Forget to live

 

I loosen my grip on the pillow

so that I now caress it

I tilt my head onto the pillow

so that our surfaces touch

like a lover’s first kiss

 

I feel each and every bristle

as if they were each corals in a reef

swaying with the movement of my face.

My face an ocean,

Deep and vast to which there is no end

To the human mind

 

I think now if someone were to see me do this,

They’d think I’m mad.

But I’m simply living and enjoying the tiny moments.

For what does it mean to be sane anyways?

For if we are to all follow in someone’s footsteps

To be considered “sane”,

Then our society wouldn’t have diversity

And without it, purpose.