
Madness
Nov 7 · 2 min read
I fall suddenly into the trembling lap of sleep with an instinctive feeling of trepidation
My eyes void of sight stare blankly at the ceiling that I’ve traced with the fingers of my mind many a time on other nights such as this
I blindly read the Morse braille of coded memories the years have studded my ceiling with. Memories such as the constellations that smother the panoplied sky

