this is extraneous
the thoughts in my head tell me to be sad
or concerned
hard to tell the difference
campfires lighting the way to my oblivion
I sleep at every one of them
telling myself to be quiet and let the moment pass
fear that I might lose
distanced from my comfort
alone with my confusion
my heart tells me to weep
my thoughts tell me there’s no need
extra vivid life leading to the end