Haze

I have these thoughts

That don’t come

When staring at

A blank page or

An empty screen.

They only come,

It seems,

Moments before

I fall asleep.

And I think that

They are good

Only I can’t

Be sure

Because I am

Only half awake

And wouldn’t know

Even if I wasn’t.

So I record them

On my phone

Voice notes

Organised bytes

Representing

The chaos

In my mind.

In the morning

Or the following night

I listen to them,

Transcribe them

Consider how they fit

Or if they even

Fit at all.

They never

Seem to

Yet it’s always

So critical

So important

That I write them

Down.

All of them.

Because they come

From the abyss

And nothing scares

Me more

Than that darkness

Reclaiming them.