Jan 2015
Midnight: I'm thinking of the things I forgot to do during my day. Schedule appointments. Be an adult. Return phone calls. Breathe.
1am: I'm thinking of how much I ate. It makes me sick.
2am: Fifty jumping jacks... then fifty more. Repeat process until I break a sweat. Pause only if I might wake other residents of house.
3am: There are little weights on the backs of my eyelids, and there are little figures pulling my eyelashes down, down until the curtain of skin and purple veins is shut. I struggle against it anyways. My face feels fat and slightly numb and my stomach is as empty as my head.
4am: I discover nightmares when you're awake can happen. The shadowy images of memories past, buried in the dark caves of my skull, fly at me like lunatic ghosts. I cannot **** them.
5am: My stomach growls. I am always always always thinking about food.
6am: I still might get some sleep.
7am: Or maybe not.
...
1am: I'm thinking of how much I ate. It makes me sick.
2am: Fifty jumping jacks... then fifty more. Repeat process until I break a sweat. Pause only if I might wake other residents of house.
3am: There are little weights on the backs of my eyelids, and there are little figures pulling my eyelashes down, down until the curtain of skin and purple veins is shut. I struggle against it anyways. My face feels fat and slightly numb and my stomach is as empty as my head.
4am: I discover nightmares when you're awake can happen. The shadowy images of memories past, buried in the dark caves of my skull, fly at me like lunatic ghosts. I cannot **** them.
5am: My stomach growls. I am always always always thinking about food.
6am: I still might get some sleep.
7am: Or maybe not.
...
... inspired by many-a-nights of restlessness. It doesn't make any more sense to me, either. Sweet dreams
xIvy
xIvy
