Ark of the Lost Angels

Towson Skyline 2 (Credit: xburningmikex on DeviantArt)

Originally written December 14^th, 2022; inspired by “The River” by Imagine Dragons.

Insomnia and introspection,
Sleepless summer nights filled with regret, 
Lying alone on a bed that might as well be another world,
Clawing in vain to turn back time’s unyielding march.

Delayed guitars and artificial starlight nights.
Streams of cars turning into rivers of light.
Over-edited photos of places I will come to hold dear.
Mediocre writing that I thought was masterful. 

One doesn’t navigate from the backseat,
I don’t know where we are in relation to anywhere else,
The static world is ever shifting and changing to me.
My mental map, were I to draw it, would be tremendously inaccurate.

Old conversations echo around my memory,
Recollections only I can recall
With people who don’t remember they knew me.
I am the graveyard of wonderfully inconsequential moments.

Now I have the freedom to explore,
And the world I want to explore isn’t there anymore.
I don’t know if it ever existed at all.
A product of insomnia and introspection.