My mind is dancing with despair. Walking a thin line between letting go of the anger and moving forward. I have to let it go. Somehow, right? I want to finally be able to get eight hours of good and untroubled sleep without resorting to prescription pills. But I'm afraid, I've been a bit anxious to see the circus act roll out before me.
While I find myself sleeping in complete wakefulness, my mind runs on this horseshoe treadmill driving me with strange ideas and open-ended stories and it doesn't know when and how to stop. It drags me down in consciousness, the very existence of my mortality. It keeps bragging me with things I am unable to do due to my current circumstances. It keeps competing with my bitter soul.
Truthfully, it has become intimidating.
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