an expert overthinker,
especially at midnight,
I am already a fan of melancholy,
and it's part of my culture
to catastrophize.
my pillow is my place
for pure terror,
just replaying replays,
and the ceiling taunting me,
cannon fodder for scenes in sleep.
envying those people
who can fall asleep
before their bodies
hit the bed, especially,
without a little help.
diametrical moment movements
make my eyes stay alive
even longer when I try to close
them, so I usually think of Christmas,
which I have been doing since I was a kid.