endless

Do you ever think about who you are?
No--I mean who you really are.

Like when the doors are closed, the blinds are drawn, you've not showered in 2 days, and you're wearing pajamas you've owned since 5th grade.
and your hair is weird, and you pad around all day doing things like eating the cereal dry and straight from the box.
Who are you then?
And your covers are wrinkled, and you don't even care,
and the remote is somewhere in the mix up.

On those nights when you lay there forever, staring and thinking--
your mind running like a sprinter who tripped.
Funny how different everything seems then.

Like in those hours of quiet and dark, you could almost believe in peace on Earth.
and the possibilites are endless.
and it's like you have every answer to every question ever laid out before you.
And in those last few minutes before sleep finally wins your mind over,
right before that switch is flipped--
there's that sigh.

And that's you.

In that sigh is released all the stress, all the pent up energy, and every good or bad decision you made that day.
And the next time you open your eyes, it's a fresh start, clean slate.

That sigh is an ending and a beginning all at the same time.
And in its own way,
it's kind of beautiful, don't you think?
That complete abandon, that complete freedom--that total...you.

that is all.