I cant get up.
I mean, I can.
But I won't.
I feel too tired.
My body too weak.
My brain tells me to get up and do what I need to do,
but my body tells me to lay back down.
It feels so nice just to stop everything.
Escape.
Feel comfort in what I've always known.
Come on, Jenna, you need to get up.
Just get ready for bed then you can lay right back down.
It's so simple.
I know I can do it.
But I don't want to.
And that overpowers my thoughts.
Just a few more seconds.
But seconds turn to minutes in no time.
Okay, after this video I'll get up.
Oops, I clicked on another one.
One, two, three, get up!
I'm still lying down.
Is this just me being lazy?
Probably.
i
just
don't
have
enough
energy
anymore.
DU LIEST GERADE
when the words start to overflow
Poesiethis is a poetry kind of story and it's just a bunch of chapters each about a new thing. It's more of a peek inside my mind than a book, but nonetheless still just as powerful.
