I Don’t Sleep Alone

I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.

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CONFUSION CONFOUNDED

They say nobody is like anybody else. Yet, everybody is the same.

Nobody wants to be a nobody. Everybody wants to be a somebody. When somebody becomes a somebody, anybody and everybody want to become like the somebody.

Anybody could be a somebody. That somebody could be anybody. But being a somebody means they’re not one of the anybodies, nor are they nobodies.

And in this confusing attempt everybody makes, nobody knows what they will eventually end up like.