Nocturnal Bliss

I'm supposed to doze off.

Yet the dark skies sprinkled with stars told me not to.

The caffeinated bloodstream pumps with agitation.

Every tick of the clock

Is a vibrant recollection

Of memories strung while

waiting for the rest to hit the sheets

I came alive with pulsating thoughts

Enveloped with the cooling breeze

I recount the times that

I was able to see the rays

But then I knew

Ill always trade it

To stare at my grey walls

Chipping paint

Counting the hours before

The sun hits again

A vicious cycle

Of brewing audacity to

Stir my mug of cold coffee

While arguing with myself

That I'm supposed to doze off.