It's dusk. The windows are slightly open, but I don't bother to get up and close them properly. It is with a tinge of sadness that I see the last rays of sun disappear.
It's night. The blinds are half drawn, but I don't bother to get up and draw them fully. It is with a sense of dread that I see that darkness has fallen.
I'm lying in bed, flitting in and out of sleep. I tell myself I have to get up, I have things to do, so many things to do. But I don't move. I don't want to get up and face the things I have to do.
And with each passing moment, the sense of sadness and the sense of dread grows. I don't want to deal with it. So I close my eyes, and allow myself to drift once more to sleep.
Sleep, is where I am free.
It's night. The blinds are half drawn, but I don't bother to get up and draw them fully. It is with a sense of dread that I see that darkness has fallen.
I'm lying in bed, flitting in and out of sleep. I tell myself I have to get up, I have things to do, so many things to do. But I don't move. I don't want to get up and face the things I have to do.
And with each passing moment, the sense of sadness and the sense of dread grows. I don't want to deal with it. So I close my eyes, and allow myself to drift once more to sleep.
Sleep, is where I am free.
2 comments:
Stumbled upon this one day and got addicted to reading this blog.
Nice writing... often reflective of my own thoughts though I don't usually manage to convey these with such ease.
Procrastinating is quite clearly damaging. You don't feel good during and after procrastinating... yet you do it anyway. Humans are contradictory creatures.
I know this feeling too...the difference would probably be that I welcome the darkness. But sooner or later my eyes adjust. And I wish for sleep desperately...
Maybe sunlight will trickle into my soul one day.
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