what a sleep deprived person wrote

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my head is inside a swirl,

wave over wave of nausea crashed me to a daze.

i can't bring myself to write,

to type something meaningful

but why am i here anyway?

those sleepless nights,

those cramping hands. .it will be the death of me.

i panic. i scream. prelims will be staring soon,

but why am i feeling that its already here,

and i'm already there?

hazy eyes, i tried to type something beautiful but i ended up writing this.

i don't know why. .and don't have the strength to care. .

i will check that box and click next.

and i'll type a tittle and even some tags,

or maybe not.

and click submit.

i'll probably wonder why i wrote this for you to read,

i even wonder if i'll die of heart attack someday.

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