do they carry us? all those we have met.
all the others we could have–
and didn’t.
all the friends we will never know
and places we will never be.
do they carry us
as we carry them?
I know I carry mine.
all the possibilities that could have been
as if they were,
in a distant past I carry them,
and sometimes hide them
in a distant future that will never come.
and one day I’ll create a movie of my own.
where nothing will happen and everything will.
the epitome of boredom it will be.
the cure for insomnia.
no drugs, no pills,
monotony is the best antidote to the deprivation of sleep.
