midnight musings

the no sleep kids club

come one, come all; run alongside me and away from the horizon.

taste sickly sweet hunger on your lips, let it dance on your tongue to the beat of drums in your stomach, and watch it slowly rot your teeth.

we'll tack stars to our thoughts so they can't be ignored. we can scatter them across the sky and gaze at a galaxy of wonder.

we compose symphonies with the crickets, and become bandits with the raccoons rummaging through dumpsters to find surrogate hearts.

we'll scream ourselves awake and feel thorns grow down our throats as roses bloom through our noses. our mothers will rock empty cradles and sing gentle songs of the past.

we cause mischief under the cover of a radiant darkness and get high on our nostalgia.

we can waltz on the tops of volcanoes and kiss our regrets goodbye.

we'll send postcards to daylight and read bedtime stories to the owls.

we are the no sleep kids. the kids who howl in tears at the moon's arrival,

the kids whose accessories are the purple bags beneath their eyes,

the kids who have to drag themselves in and out of bed so disapproval doesn't seep into our bones.

we stuffed ourselves with secrets and stitched ourselves together with fear.

we are the no sleep kids. we smashed our alarm clocks. we blinked away the pain our burning irises.

we've tried counting the sheep, but our bodies grew cold so we skinned them in cold blood.

we are the no sleep kids, and we live like outlaws. we didn't want to be apart of this club nor did we even know it had ever existed. we were cast aside and thrown into this shadowy place. we're crazy, wild, and delusional and we love it.

a/n: i actually don't sleep. it's a problem.