mind wide opened.
this fatigue kept me from falling asleep
either that or the madness came from being awake.
tiredly tried to prevent the brain from further thinking
of anything that’s not yet to come
and everything that had been coming.
what have i become?
the deeper the effort to dream
the more conscious the mind is.
but the brain seemed to be persistent
tenaciously processing something
anything but feeling.
and the night has suddenly turned into day by then.
as i laid silently, rather paralyzed
seeking for contentment.