The nights can be so full of chaos

Like during the day the sky feels endless

but at night, it feels close and heavy.

Confining Like a low ceiling in a crowded room.

The nights come too soon and I know it’s too early to sleep but sometimes the space in my bed feels like the only safe place.

That or the space behind my eyes after I’ve had too many drinks.

Drinks to make the sky seem blurry, and further away.

Less like heavy, dark, wrap around glass and more like a place you can still fly out to.

I won’t say that I am scared of the dark

But I am scared of myself when it gets dark.