Pillow

This pillow, where I rested my head,

was the most legit witness,

of how my mind's operated,

before a complete shut down.

I could feel the cobwebs of thought,

trespassing the most private part of my myelinated nerves,

entering without knowing the exit,

dwelling sometimes make me dizzy.

If only I could grab some of it,

choose the one I prefer to think,

and synchronizing them,

so they could find the way out,

not unsolved.

Only then,

I could make used of my pillow,

as what they used to be,

give comfort and support,

to my sleepy head.

zzZZzzz

one hell of insomnia