A sunny disaster

Some mornings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sigh deeply. I cast a quick glance at the reflection and a million thoughts go through my head. At work I wonder how my colleagues can stand looking at me. I really should pull myself together. If not for myself, then at least for them. For the sake of the others, I should care more. I tell myself that every day. I try to make an effort. But the sleepless nights are just becoming longer, they keep on accumulating, and I’ve become an expert at telling what time it is based on the moonlight. Dawn comes earlier nowadays. I wonder if it’s okay to wear sunglasses inside?

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A head

Maybe I should listen
To my head more
But then I’m afraid
To forever be stuck
In a room with no light
And that at night
And day next
I will have forgotten
Where the door is
How the key is used
To be locked
In a prison of thoughts
Commotion
Maybe I should
Just sleep
Maybe I should
Just say good night.