It's almost the middle of the night again and the sleep isn't coming to me but the lusting after it is. Oh god, what have I done? Wasted my life? Threw myself into the gutter?
I think I must've been designed to be a mess in the night,
Ugly and uncontrollable.
Painfully pitiful and aware of it.
Too aware and curious of all around, keeps me awake until the 4am grind stops. The banging is getting annoying now and at first I was scared but now I don't think I am, I think I must just be angry.
Angry and confused by Nyx and her night, Hypnos and his sleep. Its all simply overwhelming me.
I perhaps should stick to science instead with all of it's realities and long chemical formulae which still makes no sense to me, it is just simply tied to this reality.
The situation is that all is scaring me and the movement of my window makes me jump unexpectedly and the loudness of the outside world is pestering me as they want me to join but I am cowering in the fear of it all. I mean, what else can I do at this rate?
Fuck this, the Gods are fucking with me and I just can't wait to be fucking free from this disaster of anxiety and fear that I am experiencing.
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118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
