Sleepless

there's an unease when the weight of fatigue sits on your shoulders. a quiet shadow becoming increasingly hard to escape. making a home for itself, tightly wrapped around your neck. holding you hostage over the silliest and most minuscule problem, sleep. or lack thereof. it should be an easy fix in theory, but the reality is sleepless nights turn into the peace and quiet the day didn't offer you. the slow, comforting relief of the world not piercing your senses. it's comforting like that, it's no wonder sleep won't find me easily. i'd like to run away and escape into the peacefulness of early mornings.

eventually though, it catches up to you. a slow jog turned full sprint.

one day it's a bit of nothing until the suddenly vaguely eye bags become the threshold of your being. you're always tired now. sleep doesn't seem to sit well with you, like an upset stomach.