Why I sleep on my face.

I am destined without destiny

to wake up flat on my face

because that is how I prefer to sleep

breathing fabric and probably symbolically trying to smother myself

I sleep on my face because I cannot choose a side

and mostly because if I were not to, I would stare at the ceiling and calculate every instance in which I've made a fatal mistake

 

I am destined without destiny

to ask for advice that I will laugh at

because I am smarter than all of you

and I sicker but more understanding of the confusion I am confused by

I am blissfully aware of how ignorant I am because I choose this over confrontation because I am afraid of what it feels to feel something other than the artificial ache that I have manifested through horrible tv dramas and pro-anorexia blogs

 

 

I am destined without destiny

to wake up flat on my face

because that is how I prefer to sleep

and from here everything looks okay