There are days when I choose to be unconscious and sleep wins the majority. It’s addicting to lie still and watch reality shuffle out of sight.
what am i grateful for when my thoughts lay awake in scorn , hate is a chore elaborate on forces eluding a label or even a name to be worn stomach’s a crate of torque , is it the medicine or rounds of anxious thorns do you relate to soreness around tight jaws from forebodingContinue reading “crate of torque”
droopy eyes , it’s a battle of the mind , sleep , or , disagree with what i like to hide , only demons in my dreams , are the backups out of sync , or the fear of what is missed , when i blink , . , lower back’s , in a kinkContinue reading “TINKER WITH ROUTINE”
the desire to form sores from sleep is strong. i arose from the floor rested and ready, but as my hind limbs operated the stairs, i began to lose the steam collected underneath the blanket. coffee and medicine trap air like a pressure cooker, but it’s this void between rest and activity that leaves meContinue reading “dead minutes”