Lying in bed, feeling depleted as my energy falls even lower than yesterday.
My body is hot, and my thoughts are cold. I ache from the inside out. But who truly cares for me, but me?
Dreams wane, and my drive steers off course. I feel a crash, though black ice is hard to see.
Impactful.
The stars that surround my vision and highlight a metaphorical limit still glow. Sometimes I catch a flicker of their unison to show me that one day they will die.
For now, I stay in bed. Considering my life choices and craving a mind-massage.
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