A night is an eternity when you're dreaming of sleep. When you're thinking of the things you should have said & the things you shouldn't have done.
I watch as the hands cling to the clock, the slow rhythmic dance of the minute hand growing ever more torturous. I'm treading that fine line between exhaustion and immense sadness - when the choice between crying and sleeping is not only undistinguishable but unnecessarily difficult. My head is growing increasingly vacant of productivity and rationale, only to be topped up by neurotic thoughts.
I just want this night to fade and fall away, instead of lingering and insisting on keeping my perilous mind company.
It's just a phase.
It's just a phase.
It's just a phase.
I watch as the hands cling to the clock, the slow rhythmic dance of the minute hand growing ever more torturous. I'm treading that fine line between exhaustion and immense sadness - when the choice between crying and sleeping is not only undistinguishable but unnecessarily difficult. My head is growing increasingly vacant of productivity and rationale, only to be topped up by neurotic thoughts.
I just want this night to fade and fall away, instead of lingering and insisting on keeping my perilous mind company.
It's just a phase.
It's just a phase.
It's just a phase.
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