I mistook sleep for death more than once today but as I welcomed whatever darkness I was sinking into it chased me away. I wouldn't call consciousness a war but there's a lack of color and a loss of interest for keeping appearances up when my head is so heavy. 2 hours nothing's changed. 4 hours nothing's changed. After that I lost track of time and only saw endless coils slithering over themselves. I can't say I miss you, you don't quite fit with the pattern anymore.