Ceiling, poem(152/365)

Lying on my back
Thinking of truths
Trying to separate lies
Like recycling
Paper or plastic
Friend or or or
I don’t know
He was here
And gone with a call
And I’m thinking about circles
And I’m thinking about time
And I’m thinking about me connected
To the past and the future
And I just have all these thoughts
Weighing on my heart
And I’m lying on the ground
Hoping to see signs
Of clarity written on
The ceiling