Restless

This night provides no solace, making my heart violently growl looking for an escape. I am burned from my soul, and its smoke I can feel coming to bloat my head.

I don't know what's happening to me. I'm resisted from going to my slumber. The reflection that stares at me is agreeing with the thoughts that recklessly crashes each other in my mind.

I am sorry for abandoning you. I should've settled. I will, and I promise you. Right now, I just need some time by myself. I need to think first.

Please, let me sleep.

Monday, July 31, at 3 AM