Each second an infinity in itself.
It will be a new day soon.
Self-care tips talk about waking up early, but I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
Waiting for sunrise to knock on my window so that I can slip through the cracks of my self-imposed prison and face the world.
Every breath a Herculean task in itself.
It is hard to quell the conflict going on in my mind.
Unclarity drowns me
Standing on the edge of sanity
Somehow holding on
Trying to hear the euphonious beat of the morning.
Trying to hold on.