Who Knows, Maybe I'll be Inspired...

I crawled to my bed,
early that night.  Quite literally...
as I had barely the energy to move.
Though not by exhaustion.
From the "life" that I
sometimes forget how to
participate with.
         Draining
    Pretending
Unpertaining...
And so I...
I lay there in bleak darkness
no intention of being consumed
by a hideout, of the night.
Where I have no relief.
Showered in feined reality
silver pins of annoyance.
Just to replay the images
on my "down time" ?
I pay no mind to the
stiffness of an old matress
and a squished pillow.
Basking in infinity.
Each crevice felt, instead of seen.
Visualized with rolling images
Imagination...
Just a hint of light
flirting with dancing shadows.
Millions
whispering sweet   everything(s)
into my ears
while kissing my mind.
Inspiring
And I feel enlightened,
by this time.
Growing as one
I feel that power
of gratification.
Mind and heart
meet at my mouth...
as the words spill
unrelenting
like gilded water.


Now if only  I had a pen