Stars Are The Cure For Insomnia

I stare longingly at the stars

Head tilted up

Like a soft hand reminding me of who I am

A thought

Travels to Vega

The asterisms above

Everything is too big for me to answer correctly

But I try

I cloud my head with pulsating thoughts of luminosity and light years

Away from things that tie me to insomnia

Things that chain me to tomorrow

they suffocate me.

I toss and turn

A restless soul.

I escape to the night

And find myself in a constellation.

A cancer.

I think of Jovian planets

And methane rain

canabalistic galaxies.

I think of tornadoes that could consume earth

Sibling stars that never leave each other’s side

And everything

Seems so

Small.

As I sleep.