Sighs…

Slapped my face
Into my bed.

I could not
Move a muscle.

“I’m tired.”
I told myself.

“Maybe,
Not today…”
I told myself again.
Convincing myself
To lay back into the comfort zone.

“A 15-minute nap will help.”

I shut my eye
From the reality
From the noise
From the temptations
From the world

In order
To recuperate
To regenerate
To regain
To repose
Myself.

As my limbs died down,
My head slumped into
An awkward fashion,
Making my rest
Temporal.

“I’ve been doing this.
Every single day.”

“Sometimes, I just feel
So tired.”

“I felt like as if
I am giving up.”

I cannot do this
Any…

NO!

What are you thinking?

GET UP!

GET THE FUCK UP!

You… stop it!

“Jus…”

NO!

What have you become?

GET UP!

My body was reluctant,
Sending various threat signals
To stop my motions,
To no avail.

“I AM OUT OF IDEAS!
AND I AM FREAKING TIRED!”

“WHY CAN’T I
TAKE A FUCKING BREAK?”

Thin…

“ARE YOU GOING TO
USE THOSE FUCKING EXAMPLES
AGAIN?”

N…

“I… I understand…”
My conscience knew myself
The best.

I knew it- myself,
Clearly;
Without a shed of doubt.

It is not me
Who deserves the rest.

It is the fucking devil itself
Who should rest the fuck out
Of my life.

I got up.

“Just keep doing.”

Craving for more? Down below:
Nanning, Guangxi, China (Day 1)
Forgotten, Yet Forgotten.
Be Grateful
F*** It
What’s The Point?
Clipped
Overwhelmingly Overwhelmed.

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