Jumping Into Constellation

The lush Insomnia

I fall back to the softness

of

comfort;

 -lilac snow -

 feather body. 

   Thinking about the people 

 who have taken me granted 

How could they understand when even

 I can't understand my ownself.

I am seeing stars in the dark 

and the hair flying in the breeze, 

upon my face, emotionless 

like shattered curtain. 

Coffee stains on the table 

I've forget to use the books I've boughten 

 low, low feeling low 

 for no reason 

this is becoming my daily problem. 

 Feeling the leafs turning 

 like they want to meet up the sky's indigo 

and their emerald green 

 to the black void of nothingness. 

I could dream of a dream's dream 

feather soft body,

take me there 

My hands and feet are too cold, 

Also maybe others too 

all getting a little closer & closer 

      to an end 

That's the answer 

but it doesn't matter much 

in the world where friendship gets sold. 

The most sweetest death-ness is falling asleep, 

But I keep still looking to the white cemetery ceiling

Cause my heart is so far I've known insomniatic.