I shake,

I wait. Wait for what?

even I don't know.

for it to end? or pass, rather.

it never ends.

insomnia ridden brain.


it's a mess. quite frankly an absolute clusterfuck.

a mess of everything,

everything i have ever


some thoughts are broken, and some are complete.

whirling around entirely too fast for anyone to understand

bouncing off the walls of my mind and scattering once again

never to be caught.

The End

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