The Sky's Eyes

The sky feels too close, the clouds are mumbling - dipping, morose - just one more sip before an overdose. So I’m counting the stars but they’re starting to count me back. Admiration… or attack? I feel exposed by the jewels and go slack. Am I floating or is the sky falling? Somehow this shadowing has become enthralling - I know I should wake up, but I find myself stalling.