The lack of sleep slaps me with a sickening bliss.

I am unable to grasp thoughts.

Words.

Sentences.

I’m a mixed up jumble of apathy and grief.

Is this what it is like to be so distant?

The energy unraveled and congesting.

Thick and dark.

Choices, ideas.

Chaos.

My closest friend.

I cannot see through this.

Will I too be returned after my purpose has come to pass?

Will I be able to reach far enough?

Am I good enough?

Am I prepared to face this?

Life drums away.

Day by day.