A brief compendium of thoughts I thought in the shower tonight after being alone for most of today (another poem)

i. 
I find it ironic that the same words that help me sleep are the same words 
that keep me awake. 

ii. 
I imagine in detail what it would be like to program a bot that would
post a random frame from the "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy" meme every hour on the hour.

upon further reflection, I determine that
any internet searches related to this project could double as searches for "how to impress your crush(es)".

iii.
the line between prophecy and insanity is and always has been
thin and blurry at best.
I continue to use it like a jump rope.

iv.
will there be any more room for 
slow days in this angry world?