There are circles running laps around my eyes.
They told me that the remedy was to close them and fall into myself for at least one more night but my eyes refuse to stay closed.
Night after night, they poke and prod my eyelids open, not wanting to miss a single moment.
Not a video not watched, a text unread, a poem unwritten.
And once the sun breaks dawn, while the circles run around my sockets, I run circles around Red Bull, coffee, and B12.
Just a little something to stop the shaking in my fingertips.
Filling for the emptiness in my head.
A rope to attach around my eyes to keep them from sinking into the holes in my face meant to keep them from falling too deep.
I have to tape the smiles to my face now, though.
I’ve run into far too many walls and my face is a little puffy.
However, that does not stop my eyes from staying wide open, wanting to see every little thing that happens and analyze every single shadow that hides the bedroom corners at night.
They frantically dart from side to side, curiously, taking everything in.
Taking in way too much at a time, deepening the circles that cling and stick to my skin like cement.
Soon, my eyes hurt and I try to shut them but enter another sleepless night, playing tag with the circles around my eyes.
