Here.
In the silent moments of the desolate night.
I recoil into endless thought.
Tortuously searching my mind.
Distorting facts, fictions, and energetic nonsense.
Trying to understand the synchronized patterns and unassured laughter.
My eyes plead for rest.
They beg through ****** veins and blurred vision.
There's no mercy when you fight with Luna.
She controls the tides and bends the mind.
My analytical ramblings feed the minimal energy needed to stay present.
I remain in a state of depth.
My only hope for riddled dreams is my natural eventuality.
A fascinating duality of cognitive dissonance.
A mind much stronger than the body it's been placed in.