Vertigo High

Two in the morning,

city under glass,

every light below me looking like the past.

I should probably close my eyes,

but the numbers keep on climbing.

Every door I used to knock on suddenly says perfect timing.

Phone still glowing on the table,

another message, another win.

Funny how the room gets louder when the world starts letting in.

I spent

years begging for a signal,

now the signal won’t shut up.

I was dying for the water,

now I’m drowning in the cup.

Open wide.

I’m too high to sleep tonight,

too alive to kill the light.

Every ceiling disappeared, every shadow looks polite.

I’m too high to sleep tonight,

heart beating out of time.

Spent my whole life chasing altitude,

now the altitude is mine.

Three in the morning,

still pacing through the room.

Every little victory

smells like gasoline and perfume.

I keep telling myself,

“Enjoy it.”

I keep checking one more screen.

Funny thing about arriving — nothing lands the way you dreamed.

I wanted proof I wasn’t crazy.

Now the proof is everywhere.

But the higher that I’m standing,

the thinner gets the air.

I’m too high to sleep tonight,

too awake to call it done.

Every loss became a ladder,

every ladder faced the sun.

I’m too high to sleep tonight,

eyes burning, soul on fire.

What the hell do you do with peace when you’re addicted to

desire?

Maybe this is everything.

Maybe this is just the start.

Maybe winning sounds like thunder

when you’ve lived inside the dark.

Maybe I should breathe a little.

Maybe I should let it land.

But I waited way too long for this

to hold it with one hand.

I’m too high to sleep tonight,

too alive to turn away.

If tomorrow brings me

gravity, then gravity can

wait. I’m

too high to sleep tonight,

let the whole damn skyline

shine. I spent years beneath the basement.

Now the ceiling isn’t mine.

Too

high. Too high. Too high to sleep tonight.