Jan 15, 2020
It is like a steady churning, or snowy mountain march. It’s deafening.
Slowly my heart settles into the rhythm and I lie awake as midnight passes.
I wasted my time and now it aches. Everything is a dull ache and I struggle to catch my breath.
And do I feel better yet? I’m out of time. And I am so very tired.
Maybe it’s time to sleep forever if I can’t finally feel better.