reality (poem)

Reality is only what the eyes can see.

At night it’s the black and white outline of my bedroom, constrained by its dimensions.

The door is closed to keep the thoughts in for the night.

I lay there on my bed staring at this familiar reality as my eyes grow heavy.

With eyes closed my mind grows beyond the room.

I feel it stretch almost in an infinite feeling.

The walls of my room are no longer barriers to my thoughts but checkpoints to pass.

My mind absorbs so much more than the 4 by 6 snapchat of that current moment.