3 September 2012
Twisting and turning. The world doesn't make sense.
The fear twines around me. Suffocates the very essence of my being. Starved.
On the verge of tears. On the edge of surrender. Telling myself that tomorrow will be better.
The pressure - created by me. The fear - a figment of my imagination. Emotions - stronger than anything.
Head spinning. A bile taste in my mouth. Unable to shake it off.
Praying that sleep will numb me for just a while. Escaping from the living hell. It's no longer a fear, it's all I know.
Nothing and everything. A victory and a defeat. A loneliness and an escape.
Sleep, pave the way. Because tomorrow We continue We fight
We conquer
The Sleepless • Opuss № I