January 25th

I lay stiff in bed. My eyes wide open. I can’t blink, just breathe, can’t think. Thoughts tease. I stare at the dark wall. Purple with the moons light; my thoughts turning into fright. My fears vanish in the night. I want to think, breathe, live. I want to blink, escape, live. Give my soul, my hate, my anger. Give my thoughts to keep me from danger. Thoughts eat at me while I eat at my mind, while my mind eats at my heart, while my heart goes crazy…My heart, my soul, my mind, my breath, my death.

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