this fever is killing me

In the quiet corners of my mind, I find myself longing for something unknown. It eludes my grasp, always just beyond reach, yet I feel its energy flowing through me, a tantalizing current.

Despite the weariness in my legs and the tension in my body, I reach out for it, driven by a surge of adrenaline. There's a promise of better days on the horizon, a hopeful expectation that keeps me in chase.

Fatigue persists, and my form may be distorted, but still I press on, throwing myself into the unknown. Rest whispers promises, and I cling to the belief that it will soon embrace me. Until then, I continue this relentless pursuit.

The elusive conclusion propels me forward, a beacon guiding my steps. I trust that I will recognize the moment to pause, though it has not yet arrived.

Rest will eventually find me.