Sometimes I think
I’m sitting on top of a mountain
but really I’m just laying in bed
The darkness mistaken for solitude
Contact is within reach of my phone
Physical touch feels like gripping my car keys as I jog down apartment stairs
A hole in the sky guides me through the night
I clench my teeth, scared someone will slide a cover over the light
When they inevitably do & I loose my way
I’ll open my eyes, only to see your face
I’ll wish I was sitting on top of a mountain
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