“I spend days traveling the continents that is my mind.
I am jet lagged from the hour spent on the planes that are my dreams.
Planes with no pilots.
Or maybe I am the unknowing pilot.
10 hours ahead, 7 hours behind.
These planes travel in loops.
Orbits I cannot escape.
Round and round with no intention.
And when I wake?
The sheets are screaming my name, my bed wants me to stay.
The countries in my mind are begging me to travel them.
How do i escape the gravity that pulls me to orbit?
How do I break free and spiral like an astroid?
This is the problem that is my life.
I want an anchor
I want to spiral free”