- - - - s l e e p l e s s
- - - awake, his mind running, he woke up in another part of his flat again. sweat covered his skin, eyes darting around to see where he was. in the bathroom.
the white walls, the cold hard floor, it all seemed suffocating. he couldn’t find the escape, the door handle.a way out of his thoughts, he needed to run, which he wasn’t able to. all he remembers was this one moment, this one moment of waking up after doing a bad thing, after letting the demons that overcame him in his peaceful state.
- - - - - soon he wore a new fresh set of clothes, layering up even in this summer heat. he didn’t felt like being under people, yet he was still on the busy streets, searching for any kind of abstraction that followed with lust, messed up people. messed up minds, anyone he could empty himself out on, anyone he could use his anger on.
the walk, the attemnpted escape ended up in his own car, deciding to sleep there for more, scared he might end up walking again, he locked himself in.
the curse still lies in his mind, the curse he gained, the curse he deserved.
- - - - already dreading after the sun who slowly creeped from behind the clouds