Awake

I caught feelings
connecting dots on my popcorn ceiling
as I lay awake at night
bathing in the city light
as it streams through my imperfect blinds

I play with rhymes between my fingers
massaging them and learning their texture
I am haunted by the hope of her
the smell of her
It's torture
and I have to be at work in three hours

For some reason, I decided to re-watch the Haunting of Hill House tonight.  Who needs to sleep right?  Sigh.  Not this guy.  Peace out.