Elucidating Questions

There are too many thoughts

Just leave me alone to the night and my headache

And watching with defeat as his favourites get their handout

And wishing I could at least be a favourite

Say something right for once instead of thinking instead of

The oddness of it

Of thousands of people knowing your name and your face and your story and having you who knows not one of them

And afraid any of them knows you

There’s too many thoughts I’m trying to stay awake asleep because I got back to the

If I sleep tomorrow comes place and even if I could be entertained by twin insomnia

Sometimes it’s like so we’re in our respective slots in life sitting silently in the night at rectangles at the same ish time.

What a concept what a concept.

Not a word was said and not a word was spoken.

But they passed freely through the process.

Of time.

But my phone still hasn’t gone off to tell me I’m important

And it won’t.