Between my body and the bed I lie in is empty space... It's mostly empty space. The atoms of my body starkly resist that of the bed.
Where one calls for rest, one yearns for action --
where the person is overcome with exhaustion, the world echoes a call.
I am asymptotic.
For I never pass through exhaustion, I only bounce off of it. Never reach zero.
Never breathe in.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Between my body and the bed I lie in is empty space... It's mostly empty space. The atoms of my body starkly resist that of the bed.
Where one calls for rest, one yearns for action --
where the person is overcome with exhaustion, the world echoes a call.
I am asymptotic.
For I never pass through exhaustion, I only bounce off of it. Never reach zero.
Never breathe in.
