It's 4:34 am
and I continuously,
unsuccessfully, try to
force my eyes to shape
patterns of dreams
behind those painfully
awake eyelids.
I feel exhausted, but my
Mind has other plans.
It's now 4:36 in the
morning
and I feel like time has a
grip on my mind, forcing
me to think about the
past, the future, the
present anything
but sleep.
And I want to fall.
So far into oblivion.
Deep down where
thoughts don't exist and
And eyes become heavy with
ease.
I want to retire to that
beautiful haven of
darkness and quiet and
time.
The kind of time that
moves but is frozen.
The one that stays in the same place but arrives at
different hours.
That sleep so deep it
breathes.
Find me that place.
Because right now it's
4:44 IN THE FUCKING
MORNING
And I'm TIRED of being
so
Tired..
