Maybe it was because of no sleep, that this happened

there’s a dull lull 

whispering pain,

and it creeps through my head.

as rhythms and melodies feed directly into the deeper and darker parts of my skull

 

i watch

a curtain slowly dance to its own beat

as cold air fills the room.

 

light, like a dying moth

flits and flutters

scattering its accents

in various, seemingly nonsensical 

spots on the floor, roof

and walls

 

i try to think of anything else

than things i see

but nothing comes

no deeper meaning

just observation.

 

and i see cars

as they pass by

outside, through the thin white veil

that allows the light to lazily fill the room.

 

catching my eye, due to the sun’s reflection off their windows

and metal bodies.

 

and because of the window,

that does as good of a job blocking sound

from the outside world,

as the thin white sheet covering this window

does at blocking light from this room,

 

i can hear them.

 

as they creep underneath my window

i can hear them fly by 

on the freeway

less than a mile away.

 

and nothing comes,

no reason for justification

no frustration at stolen sleep

at the hands of thin windows,

nothing but mindless observation. 

 

and that’s perfectly fine with me