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
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
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
I am a nurse and got shifted to night shift and I despise 80% of it
20% I love is my coworkers and the times where I can catch up and the fact I’m not getting phone calls every 5 minutes, but I have isolated myself because while everyone I know and love sleeps I have to stay awake and try to be productive and fiddle my fingers, it’s awful
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