I'll try to fall into a slumber of the body, but my mind will live restlessly.
Is my mind broken?
Never stopping, always thinking thinking thinking.
how I wish I could sleep
How I wish I could tell you these words were not in my half-awake state.
but I cannot seem to write at any other time.
The most active right before slumber, I hope to tire my mind or at least my body
Will anything I do ease my mind? Or will I always be the shaking shell? Filled with only nothingness in my mind and a collectiveness of brokenness...
