​A Modern Haunting

Another sleepless night

Thoughts as the dreams they substituted themselves for

I feel freedom in the sounds of the night

The isolation is transparent as the world sleeps

I am a vagrant here

I am walking as an oddity in this place, amongst sodium-lit streetlights in this fading memory of a town

In this witching hour, the veil seems so thin as if with a single push I might slip through

A stranger in a strange land

So used to sleepwalking, I can hardly tell if I am awake

I walk by specters on the sides of highways, hauntings both in our own rights

A whispered fragment of divinity hiding from the blinding light of day

I am oh so tired

Taking refuge in another sleepless night