Ever Changing Soul
I would hallucinate instead of slumber.
Because this tiredness is churning in me, more than I remember.
I am entering a sleepless cycle.
Each night turns more fickle.
I tried to wait for the crisis to end.
Each day I would have to sacrifice a piece of hope so that the world would not upend.
It is like I am creating new problems that I am unable to control.
To survive, I must be an ever changing soul.
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