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26 and still escaping sleep like the plauge.

Could it be that I’m attempting the impossible by holding off the dawning of a new day?

Worried that waking could lead to God knows what.

Some days after waking, there’s no desire in leaving bed.

Other days I can’t even rest my head, knowing all of the little pieces of life I’ve intentionally left undone.

See, as long as there are projects to work on and spaces to fill and shifts to clock in and out of, there is a purpose.

Sometimes, that’s just enough to force you to tomorrow.


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