sleepless
I have too many thoughts.
They marshal in the forefront of my mind,
Screaming at me all at once.
Too many things
And I cannot focus on any one of them.
The noise is deafening.
The world around me is sharp
And harsh and jagged.
It bruises me as I move along my way -
There’s no buffer here.
No respite to soften the edges that cut into my flesh
And scorch my eyes.
The uncomfortable feeling of standing too close to the sun,
And breathing in hurts
Like when a match is struck too close to my face.
Every sound, every light, every irritation is magnified a hundredfold.
The papercut becomes a mortal wound,
The telephone a technological cacophony.
I wonder if this is how it is?
Are we permanently wrapped in blissful ignorance?
Is the fog an easy lie?
Is the only time we are truly aware
Is when we’re sleepless?
© mjc 27 February 2013
