Fully silent, not awake.

Heavy eyes, tired of the way my psyche is sleepless. Constant “go” and never enough of being enough in the eyes of the heavy. Exhausted mind can only lead to sudden end, one way to ruining it all, so he’ll stall. Stall for another sleepless moment. Stall for words that will never be spoken. So he sits there silent. Until the moments right to wake up again, only for anger and sorrows to come spewing out of his droopy mouth. Heavy weighted thoughts almost engrained inside his head to finally explode out of this awoken state.

WAKE UP. YOUVE GOT MORE AT STAKE, life won’t stop for you, nor will your sleep. Get UP.

No no no.. lay back down but don’t fall fast asleep.

STAND

Go to sleep..

RUN!

Crawl on your feet.

Confusion if he is awake or asleep, dead or alive he cannot choose what to believe.

Stuck in a rut? Or running down the steep.

Go to bed. You foolish sheep.