So Tired
Sleep is a mirage perceived by my dry, dusty eyes.
But really, I’m just delirious.
Stranded in this open world, where everything is blurry, and no one can help.
I am walking, somehow.
Closing my eyes, while walking.
Not afraid.
Not afraid of bumping into anything, as if I’m in a void.
Not afraid of falling.
Falling asleep.
Sleeping and walking,
Sleepwalking.
Sleep is never promised.
But eventually, I got lucky.
Letting myself fall to the ground,
Just not caring because I can’t feel pain.
Only tiredness.
Falling so confidently.
As if someone will catch me, and carry me to my room, like when I was a child.
A lesson I learned as an adult-
Sleep is…
Never promised.
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