What Am I Doing

What am I doing here

Not here in general

Not here existential

But here in the darkness of my thoughts

That cling to my head

Maybe I want to stay here

I hope I don’t

I hope I get sick of it

Maybe I already am

If yes, then thank god

I hope I get out of here soon enough

I’m going to find a way out of here.

There’s a light and a ladder.

I’ll climb it.

(picture from tumblr, goodnight)