6/28/22 So Tired

 So Tired

He could no longer tell the difference between being awake and being asleep. When he slept, it was not helpful, he gained no rest, no relief to the tiredness in his eyes. When he was awake it was like a dream, like he was just sleepwalking through life.

There were no physical signs of his eternal tiredness, but in his mind he could feel it, his mental state was constantly deteriorating. He just wanted to be awake again, be fully functional, not just a zombie passing as a human. 

No amount of rest could cure him. He would sleep for an entire day and still wake up feeling just as tired as before. There wasn’t even joy found in his dreams, as his dreams had left him. Once his constant tiredness started, he no longer experienced dreams. 

His only wish was for the tiredness to go away, so he could enjoy life again, so he could dream again, so he could be alive again. He didn’t know how it started, why it was here, or how to make it go away. He simply continued his days, so, so, tired.


The End

6/28/22


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