things that should make me happy
make me sad
nostalgic. for something.
for everything.
for nothing.

my heart is a cave, an open cavern
ready to be filled with something malleable
please, please
soon
because its getting hard to feel this way.

because its getting hard
to fall asleep again.
my insomniac over-active, unfocused mind
is back and terrifying.
i don't ever dream, my sleep is wakening.

a solitary selflessness
a selfish jealously
all combined together
in me
in my cavern-heart