Withdrawn

couldn't sleep again

watched the light

of the sunrise

pour out from

behind buildings. 

spent another weekend,

another wild weekend,

doing whatever the

i want without regard.

head rested against the 

desk next to my bed

eyes barely open,

but unable to stay closed

for long. sleep has become

a rare, welcomed guest.

we have long winded discussions

which i can never seem to recall all to well.

the alternate life of dreaming

it eludes me so.

i reach towards doppelgangers

with outstretched and open arms,

but close them around nothing

but frigid air and dust particles.

my empty stomach cries out.

my failing eyelids

like atlas himself holding a world up

on their shoulders. 

the gatekeepers of celestial hallucination,

keeping thin membranes from

allowing me to fall into the sweet

embrace of dreaming.

and so i lay here, head on the desk

concentrating barely on the words

pouring out my fingertips, and music in 

the background creeping

into my ears. it seems the waking

world has become a constant dream,

and the dream world, nothing at all.