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.