Pain

I spent the day in bed again, my head has been killing me; I hate staying bound to these 4 walls but sometimes it just feels like I understand the stress of quiet solitude more than what awaits me beyond my front door. I don't imagine I'll be sleeping well tonight, every day has just been bleeding into each other, my dreams are becoming more and more vivid I'm disassociating harder than I usually do, every day I wake up I feel disoriented like I'm running out of air and my sleep is feeling more and more comfortable like it's where I belong, I miss the people in my dreams as if I knew them but at this rate they're about all I've got left. One day everyone will forget and I can sleep forever until then I'll just keep reading