An Eccedentesiast

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How I feel at night..

Submitted: January 01, 2018

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Submitted: January 01, 2018



At night, I drown into swirls of thinking; my mind goes on and on non stopping. I overthink overthinking, till I exhaust myself to sleep. I stare at the roof of my bedroom for hours, that depressing, colorful, living, dark roof of mine laid there against my weary corpse hypnotizes me every night. I used to see colours all over, shining, blinding me to fall into my sweet dreams. But! Uh! What's that! Is it a grey cloud taking over? Or it's just the fog of my gloomy weather.. is it? I -- I cannot tell... my eyes are too blurry to see, my tears are protecting me. Damn it! that heart again! That vicious, white, cruel, poor heart again! Beating so fast I cannot distinguish the first construction from the second! Is this aching ever willing to last! What am I doing.. I'm trying -- trying to release my pain! Yet it feels like I'm imprisoning it inside! I can't breathe! It -- it sounds like I'm only choking the chain! Oh dear! Pain is causing chaos again! The residents of the cage are being smashed... they cannot function any further.

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