The Architect Stares Back

I'm sick. It feels cruddy. I've been writing poetry with Liz and Billy so I thought I might start posting it here.

Sleep headache fuzz
I hear crickets
Just in my mind
Like summer evenings
Backdrop to the fear
Every stick crack click
A shadow lurks
Just in my mind
Night freedom
Do the things I can’t
Just in my mind

I know it sucks but it feels good to write something. Try it sometime.