I am waiting for the sun rise. It brings me to life again. In the night, the weight of the world has already sunken into every fiber and canal of my brain. The sun brings me back to life erasing all of the piles of words and thoughts stacked in my head from the day before. It's a false restart, small glimmers of hope happen as the sun breaks the surface of my world. As my eyes open the words being to stack in my mind again. A new pile of worries, regrets, and lost dreams. The cycle continues, a never ending loop of the days that have already come. My Breath quickens with every new addition. With every new addition my heart races with worry. By night I am spent, unable to see the good; too tired to care. I try to escape my despair by diving into other worlds. Worlds controlled by me or worlds so covered in fog I cannot see what's really in front of me. I hope I don't get dragged into my false reality's undertow. I push away the hands that try to cling to me. I scream just let me rest here, let me float away. But truly I hope they still cling to me. I hope they don't let go even though it's hard to save someone from drowning when they have already given into the depths of the sea. The sun rises again, I grab their hands and drag myself to safety all just to repeat the cycle again. I just have to make it through the night until day break.