Post by Suerte on Feb 28, 2008 21:57:38 GMT -5
Have you ever felt so. Tired?
So acheingly tired where your always just on the edge of sleep.
You can feel it in your eyes, feel them want to close a drift off.
So you lay down, ready for it, waiting for it to come. Laying there for what seems like hours with your eyes closed. Waiting for sleep to come a take you, but it doesnt. And you just lay there. Literally by definition insane. Because you keep doing the same thing and you keep expecting different results.
And nothing gets better. Your body sags a little more. You walk a little slower. You talk a little quieter. Your mind drifts a little more.
And You can feel it. Everyday it gets a little deeper into your bones. Digging into you. Clawing and scraping, and scratching and etching its way into everything you do. Changing you subtly at first while your unaware. But when you do realize it, it hurts.
You look back to what you were and what you are now, and you wonder why youve gotten like this and that's when you start to really search and pick and prod and it just frustrates you. Because you can't figure it out. And sometimes it doesn't matter how far you look and search because it never results in anything. So you start to wonder is there or isn't there something wrong with me? Then you look at what started this and you realize it was a useless catlyst of irrelevent thoughts.
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The mind has cracked enough for a glimpse. Good luck getting back out. -|Suerte|-
So acheingly tired where your always just on the edge of sleep.
You can feel it in your eyes, feel them want to close a drift off.
So you lay down, ready for it, waiting for it to come. Laying there for what seems like hours with your eyes closed. Waiting for sleep to come a take you, but it doesnt. And you just lay there. Literally by definition insane. Because you keep doing the same thing and you keep expecting different results.
And nothing gets better. Your body sags a little more. You walk a little slower. You talk a little quieter. Your mind drifts a little more.
And You can feel it. Everyday it gets a little deeper into your bones. Digging into you. Clawing and scraping, and scratching and etching its way into everything you do. Changing you subtly at first while your unaware. But when you do realize it, it hurts.
You look back to what you were and what you are now, and you wonder why youve gotten like this and that's when you start to really search and pick and prod and it just frustrates you. Because you can't figure it out. And sometimes it doesn't matter how far you look and search because it never results in anything. So you start to wonder is there or isn't there something wrong with me? Then you look at what started this and you realize it was a useless catlyst of irrelevent thoughts.
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The mind has cracked enough for a glimpse. Good luck getting back out. -|Suerte|-
