These Thoughts

These thoughts need dissolution,
because they fill my head so…
thoughts of love,
thoughts of joy,
thoughts of sorrow,
thoughts of loss,
thoughts that are too many and need to be let go…
What I wouldn’t do for
some way to think less and find a way to sleep…
The variables and the probabilities plague my mind,
the modus tollens, the modus ponens, more syllogism nightmares.
Sleep eludes me,
evading my clutches,
that clever somnambulant demon…
This pillow is not enough, my brain is afire…
Fully active on overdrive…
thoughts of scenarios and stories
thoughts of my world and my desires…
thoughts of family and of friends and of those I left behind…
What I wouldn’t give for some sleep
free of the things that plague me every time I shut my eyes…