Exhausted. Quite, but caffeine fills me with its clever awareness. It is night and I cannot sleep. I feel the goosebumps on my arm and know that I’m still alive. My mind is filled with comfortable, familiar emotions again. Ironic, that such sombre feelings can make me so happy. Have I become a prisoner in my self-fulfilling world? Will I remain trapped in this prophetic existence forever?
I cannot tell.
Yet I fight against it.