i am tired, irritated and fear laying down in bed because sleep has deserted me. i feel like i'm losing my last refuge. my solace from ...this. everything. nothing. whatever this is, it's not right. where is one when lost?
i can't seem to find my way back. i'm not sure i want to. i know i don't. but don't know where to go. rather, i'd stay put, curl up and disappear. sleep. let lichen cover me. forget who taught me how to say the word. laikken.
