I’m not sleeping. I’m never sleeping because I’m awake in my dreams. Everything haunts and when it decides to haunt me it happens all at once. I’m tearing through everything like a angry ghost and when I’m done, I rise from the ashes like a Phoenix. I’m not sure why destruction looks beautiful. But, I love it. I create it in the absent parts of my mind where no one is looking. I’m searching for the parts of me that have control. The calmness and the quiet. The rest that I feel while the rest of the of my mind sleeps. Feel my hands weakening because they’re about to drop everything I’m carrying. But, they’re still strong enough to light a match. I dare myself to strike the fucking match. Get rid of the parts of this world that I hate- came freely to me and I matched with it perfectly. Like the air I breath, except I don’t mind when smoke fills my lungs. Put my hands over my chest to remind this world that I am still breathing. I am still expanding these lungs for the sake of being. I am still here and I will be still in this. Watch embers rise like a Phoenix when I’m not sleeping. -AMT