Salvation in the Dark

I inhale night air and the cosmos settle in my lungs.

Stress, anxiety, frustration spin around me until I am too dizzy to look up anymore.

Swaddled in a blanket of isolation and midnight dew, I pray to a nonexistent god.

It is easier to turn off the sun than it is to turn off a mind.

Is it just me, or did the galactic ceiling just come crashing down to earth around me?

I am swallowed whole by the abyss and land in a stomach of salvation.

The constellations swim with me through the endless black night.

I will ride a burning meteor back to reality when the sun rises, but at night I find serenity.