I lay here restless at 4:22AM. It is Wednesday, January 6th.
I’ve always had a problem sleeping.
I just wish someone were here, to lay close to me, to calm me. Not with loving words, but with the rhythms of our hearts dancing to different time signatures, but dancing as one nevertheless.
I have a dreamgirl,
But I never fall asleep.
And when I do, I no longer dream.
Am I dreaming or am I awake?
Are these feelings just fabrications?
I can talk on and on about poems and songs, chaos theorems and probability; but no melody or equation can give me the answer I need.
Do I even stand a chance, to stand by you?
I stand at the top, this inspiring, insightful, intellectual, influential individual…
I’m only 19, and I’ve become this successful, vocal, nonconforming youth leader in the academia and art community.
But being at the top alone, how is that a success?