The Ability in the Inability

No energy to sleep;

I am exhausted awake-

Too much to be anything but

So incredibly here

In this moment,

I am incredibly near to the brink

Of midnight insanity,

The kind of starlit beauty

That relinquishes the ceiling

And expels one's thoughts

Thoughts, thoughts, glide through galaxies.

The comfort of covers feels heavy

But so does my outstretched body; combined

I am floating downward into my soul

Climbing deeper into the whole of my being.

My pillow has traveled to the floor in a lump of shadow

And my head is sustained only by my thick, clouded thoughts;

My thoughts are blinking as my eyes twinkle with processing-

I am young but the night is younger;

Together we stir an adventure only captured by the ungodly time

We share together.

I do not know if I am pleased or annoyed-

I am both but which is worse?

As I exist on this Earth, alone in my moonlit world.