Can’t stay still, can’t be bored, can’t close your eyes.
Keep moving, keep doing, keep producing.
Sleep is for the lazy, best chase your prize.
Ignore the slowing of time, keep trying.
When sun runs out, the moon will be rising.
Keep scratching that itch and hope it will pass.
Fill the void, the hours, with task after task.
Wish to God you could sit, relax, and breathe.
But there’s plenty to do, get off your ass.
No break from its hold, forget a reprieve.
P.S. I have started revising my book again. Guess this restlessness or anxiety can be good for something after all. I try and force myself to take breaks anyways, because they are necessary.
P.S.S. Take care of yourselves!
It seeps into the soul.
Absorbing all the noise.
It leaves its victims.
Fatigued and Ashamed.
Heartbeats pulse against a hollow shell.
Faint and Weak.
Eyelids close, weighed down.
All are stuck in this mire.
It covers the whole body.
Seeping into the bones.
And a lullaby sounds in the mind.
The ink jar runs empty.
Time slows til its frozen.
Don’t rebel against the nameless monster.