While gazing at the sky, I see them overhead.
In a world where the ceiling becomes the ground .
It's my own little place sitting in my bed.
To view the world completely upside-down.

While laying on the ceiling; I stare at them below.
All reality has become messed up as we know it.
Peering in the opposite direction; I hear no sound.
Silence is the reflection that remains in the background.

I listen above them, but they don't know I see.
My body lingers quietly without anyone noticing me.
Observing and writing all my deepest darkest feelings.
This is my home every night laying on the ceiling.

© urbanbearink