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01-06-2015
11 years ago
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SLEEP LOSS
I lye consciously in my bed in agony. I feel insecure, like I am trapped within the cold, dark atmosphere with my bitter thoughts to deceive me. They consume me throughout the night as I draw my eyes tight, almost begging for mercy, hoping to drift away. Soon, it is too late, as I am consumed in the darkness it compels me to lift my eyes and forever gaze deeply upon the shadows.
As I lye, floating in the darkness as if drifting through space, minutes begin to fade. Soon those minutes become hours and I begin to feel more and more numb. My body knows it is exhausted, begging for rest. But my mind, still compelled by the shadows, frustratingly lies awake as the hours gradually drift by. The nightmare seems to last an eternity, until finally, the presence of the light, rising sun causes the darkness to fade. Once the darkness is lost, I am finally free from my subconscious state.
I rise traumatically out of my bed comprehending that an entire night of the rest and relaxation my body is desperate to acquire, has just flown past, ignoring my presence completely. Now forced to go throughout another grieving day, I begin to have withdrawal. I watch the clocks every movement, the day ever so slowly passing by, taunting me. I long for the moment where I can return to the comfort of my bedroom where I can finally collapse and grasp the rest and relaxation my mind desperately craves.
─ApexTheFurry óÓÒò
I lye consciously in my bed in agony. I feel insecure, like I am trapped within the cold, dark atmosphere with my bitter thoughts to deceive me. They consume me throughout the night as I draw my eyes tight, almost begging for mercy, hoping to drift away. Soon, it is too late, as I am consumed in the darkness it compels me to lift my eyes and forever gaze deeply upon the shadows.
As I lye, floating in the darkness as if drifting through space, minutes begin to fade. Soon those minutes become hours and I begin to feel more and more numb. My body knows it is exhausted, begging for rest. But my mind, still compelled by the shadows, frustratingly lies awake as the hours gradually drift by. The nightmare seems to last an eternity, until finally, the presence of the light, rising sun causes the darkness to fade. Once the darkness is lost, I am finally free from my subconscious state.
I rise traumatically out of my bed comprehending that an entire night of the rest and relaxation my body is desperate to acquire, has just flown past, ignoring my presence completely. Now forced to go throughout another grieving day, I begin to have withdrawal. I watch the clocks every movement, the day ever so slowly passing by, taunting me. I long for the moment where I can return to the comfort of my bedroom where I can finally collapse and grasp the rest and relaxation my mind desperately craves.
─ApexTheFurry óÓÒò
