in bed i watch red numbers begging them not to change. it's been another 80 hour work week. i come home, draw a bath, go to sleep, then back to work. tonight i am unable to sleep. is it still a weekend if the week doesn't end? 14 work days in a row. in bed, motionless, my heart races. silently, i repeat my to do list. reprioritize. there isn't enough time. this is crazy.
how do i spend this adrenaline? i cannot sleep. i am dancing on the edge of oblivion, terrified to look down. i have to sleep fast and my window of opportunity for rest is closing, closing, shut.
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