Tasting the Stars

It only took a few hours

But I finally came to my senses in realizing a third cup of coffee was a terrible idea

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

I found myself dancing in my kitchen

It’s almost 9 p.m.

I think I like daydreams better than reality

Dancing on a cloud

Compared to facing the truth

I’d take that any day

As to what the truth is

I am unsure

I’ve come to find comfort in the uncomfortable

This way I can still dream.

No one really does that anymore, do they?

I find myself alone,

dreaming,

hoping,

wishing

That miracles are indefinite

Faced with a world perceiving me as insane

And here am I

dancing in my kitchen

It’s almost 9 p.m.

Living in a dream that is also reality

A reality

where

A forth cup of coffee is always a good idea

For I dream most

When I’m awake