The happy place

Now it’s late but I haven’t slept good

I am awake

Haunted, some might say, by the thousands of recurring thoughts which shoot through my brain like…

Like some type of moons or even electrons just following their predetermined trajectories

When I close my eyes, they grow louder

Even though there is no air up there for the sound to travel in.

It’s just a phase.

I am an electron and a moon or even a planet just following my own trajectory too

When I get closer to the sun

I will almost appear to be shining