My body is deprived. a ball and chain weigh down my words dragging the vowels to the floor where eyes shift during pauses in conversations My eyes are clouded, goose feathers in my vision. I need to sleep. But there's a loose belt in my brain that turns the cogs that lower my garage eyes. There's something I still want to see before I close my eyes. I can't seem to find out what it is. I'll never get rest.
I'm always so tired, so here's a homage to my lack of rest.