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.