Tired
Slowing down your thoughts, slowing down your speech, making your eyes red as an apple, making your heartbeat fade like a sunset at the beach. Changing the day into night, bringing the darkness into your life, covering your eyes with its grimy and immense hands. It washes over you like a wave in the sea, soaking you with comfort and tranquility. While it is the hammer for the nail, the music for the jukebox, and the wings for a bird, it is also the leak in a pipe, the hair that won't fall into order, and the clock that tells the wrong time, for while you need it to gain rest and doze off, it also wastes your time, cutting off a piece of your day and tossing it into the trash. It embarrasses you, makes a fool of you, causes you to get vulgarly laughed at by bystanders and jeered by your teacher. It is your friend and enemy, for it guides you through an awe-inspiring meadow and a haunted mansion, with melancholy radiating throughout. It suffocates your energetic state, suffocates your dynamic and effervescent flame. It is the cord for your phone charger, for it revitalizes you, brings you out of the Winter, out of your harshly overwhelmed day. Like a sweater, it may seem uncomfortable or unnatural, but it sedates you with its warmth and comfort. It follows you around, stalks you throughout the day, waiting for you to climb under the covers, before blanketing you with a draining aurora. If you ignore it, push it aside, it will hunt you down, like a dog and it's owner, it will catch up with you, like the mistakes you have made, for both are normal and natural as a falling leaf and a blossoming daisy.
Copyright © Sam Allen | Year Posted 2017
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