Today I am tired of the day. I'm exhausted and I wish I wasn't awake. Another dark and gloomy wave. My hand on a cigarette, inhaling my thoughts away. I want the day to be silent, not overwhelming. I just lay here, it's funny......I am supposed to be on this bed to rest. But I'm not even close to resting. In fact I'm restless. Maybe tomorrow something will brighten my day. Maybe tomorrow I'll clean up my space, in this place, and then just Maybe find a dream to chase. Maybe tomorrow I won't drown in doubt and have another severe anxiety attack. Maybe tomorrow will not be as depressing as I am today.