1am
...
2am
...
3am
...
The hours go by again and again, slower and slower.
The anxiousness running through me.
I stare at the ceiling, counting the times the fan turns, the clock moving slower and slower.
Sleep.
I need sleep.
But sleep will not reach because my mind is on you.
Always you.
YOU ARE READING
When the mind flows...
RandomMy mind is filled with thoughts. This is where I put them. In an orderly fashion.
