they said it’s quieter
which leaves more time for my thoughts to consume me
and the exhaustion of my mind running to overcome me
as the sun comes up i must say goodnight
it’s heart breaking as a person who used to love the sun and moon and how my circadian rhythms flowed
now it’s like sailing through a dark thunderstorm at seas
and all i can see is the occasional flash of my surroundings when lightning strikes
i’m cold and nauseous and beg for the mercy of slumber
i haven’t been sick in a long time yet as soon as i am assigned to the graveyard shift it’s like the monsters in my closest, my immune system, and my head come back
i am the small scared child i thought i had grown to no longer be
goodnight moon has always been my favorite book and now i must say hello moon and it brings great sadness to my soul
while i may long for the pace of nights i’ll gladly take my badge and my boots and arise before sunrise to set off to another busy day