Poetry | Journal

And he says to me
its crazy
you know, how we
can close our eyes.
Shut out the world,
out of sight out of mind.

His mind
swirled with chemicals,
mine frappéd with stress,
We lay in total silence,
bodies a tangled mess.

And I say, what about sound,
and every other sense?
He says it doesn’t matter,
if you close your eyes
and rest.

I breathe
a little slower
and drift off from the bed,
A philosophical lullaby mulling in my head.