I am battling with lingering sleep, the desire to hide beneath the covers and ignore the world. I feel like I am losing myself. I wish to organize, clean more often than I do, write, create, compose. Who have I become? Sleep is my one constant, forcing myself to be awake puts me in a bad mood. At times my mind runs blank and I wonder where all the thoughts have gone. Don't give up on me fellow friends, I'm in here, trying to get out...
"And sorries not the word, it doesn't mean a thing."
1 comment:
You don't have to loose yourself while you ignore the rest of the Jacked up world. Some times sleep is the best Cure for the bad times. hang in there.
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