Draft. Final version on FB, probably.

Falling alseep with my mind wide open,
making up the the lack of vision
in the gray and restless night.
I feel like my lungs are empty
and my cheeks are red like the stove element
when it's been on much too long.
Hair like straw and sweaty limbs,
I could stay awake for days.

The over-tiredness feels like it is alive.
A seperate thing deep inside my heart,
fluttering there and producing the beat.
I don't have to think, now.
I don't have to think at all.

Longing makes me throw a silent tantrum.
I'd rather sleep, and not exist at all besides
a body in a darkened room. At least for a little while.
At least until the clouds part, and sun rains down
like diamonds cutting through the soggy greenery of spring.

The flashing red light of the clock beckons me like
a spark of hope.

The buzzing beat doesn't cease,
but the over starts to disappear until
it's just tired. Until it's just me,
on a bed with yellow sheets and a
mess of confusion that is myself.

Until the night is just a shrunken bit of what you used to know,
and your eyes are shut and you think you're still seeing.
Still feeling.
Still alive.
Still awake.

Until you aren't.