NEED.SLEEP.

My poor soul is desperate for sleep. Desperate like a stranded soul in the desert desperate for water. Desperate like a sentenced soul on the noose desperate for air. Desperate like a lost soul in the tundra desperate for warmth.

I feel like I'm being mocked. Where is that much needed shut down button in my head? That steel anchor to halt the never-ending voyage into the mental abyss my brain seems to love engaging in. A stronger sedative perhaps?

I guess sometimes you can't have it all can you.