I woke up at 5:45
AM
into the hazy gray.
Not the Pitch Black
of say
2:36 AM.

And stuffed with pills
to make me feel
not so sick
I lay awake and
listened
to the highway.

And I created stories
for every passing car,
stories that have been my 5:48 AM
and my 5:59 AM
and my 6:02 AM
and thought that someone else
is living those stories.

And it's thoughts like these
at 6:34 AM,
stuffed with pills,
to make me feel
not so sick,
that make me feel
very little.