Boom

Sitting around all day

I can't bear

seeing

Myself putting on

The pounds

Waiting for the chance

To pick

myself

Up again

It would happen... eventually.

Falling

Into the couch

(On my mother's request)

Getting swallowed

into

My little brother's

Little stories

Craving

the darkness

Of closed eyelids

Wanting to dream once

again

Kicking myself

For late-night reading sessions

Thinking of anything

And everything

Then, not caring about sleep

Now, craving it so much it

hurts.

The End

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