Lying in bed
There's the sensation
Of sinking down hard
Heavy into the springs
While all at once
On the verge of
Levitating above.
Odd moments where
Everything I hold feels
Too much for my fragile limbs
A fleeting weakness in my mind
That turns my arms to brittle toothpicks
And all else into dense weights.
Sometimes I look around
And can only hear what I'm thinking
Question the authenticity of experiences
The reliability of my senses
Reality, normality, sanity.
Sometimes I'm a little crazy.