Reflecting

Laying down; wondering some things.
Alone as always, finding out meanings.
Birds chirp outside my window,
Drawing a blank; with the fan low.
Still inconclusive, my reality is somber;
I wouldn't get up, if it wasn't for hunger.
Lingering thoughts obstruct my view,
It's hard to focus; So much to do.
I try to explain the way I feel,
The more I write, the more I heal.