I am convinced that no matter how much I rest, I will always have this lethargic feeling pulling me under. Perhaps this tiredness is not the kind that sleep can heal. It's the kind of tired that simply keeps you drained and lacking a motivation to continue with life. It's the kind of tired that suffocates you. It's the kind of tired that makes your soul feel hollowed out.
Maybe it's the depression, the traumas, the tears that keep bleeding, the grief that can't be expressed, the questions that can't ever be answered, or the anxiety that tears your mind and body apart.
After all, you either sleep too much to avoid the troubles of the world,
or sleep too little because of all the troubles of the world
May 26th, 2019
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
