Wakefulness/Sleeplessness

There is nothing here in the dark.

You'll find me near the edge of my bed

Turning the lights on so to ward off my self-diagnosed insomnia.

Gazing beyond the bounds of my soft cell I wonder,

Does the light travel through the crannies created by the space between us and the covers

Or, does it come from the illusion of our self-professed love?

You don't exist in the light.

However, flip the switch! You come alive!

Fall into the blackness! You come alive!

Don't close my eyes! You'll come alive!

In the light, you don't exist.