Funny how when you can’t sleep the brain turns itself inside out, becomes a desperate and hungering thing. All I want right now is to fall headfirst into the blackest black. All I want is for everything to shut off so I can finally rest. Make the colors stop. Send the thoughts away. Let everything go still. Is this what it feels like to want to reach the end? Is this the kind of existence that led my mother to become a bird?
