Straight on 'till Morning

i didn't eat that day

i stared at the ceiling wondering if maybe the stippled bumps could create a constellation

a kaleidoscope that would show me the way

where is my second star to the right?

shapes formed in my eyes, probably just my brain creating its own beautiful lie in front of me

an incredible possibility to distract myself from the fact that they are just bumps all over the ceiling

i create distractions for myself so i don't have to feel anything

trying to pretend as if it isn't all devastatingly mundane

as if my life isn't all the same

but seriously, if you somehow show up, my dear second star to the right, i'll go straight on till morning