I Pace Around My Room

My mind hates my head, because it confuses my judgement. My skin hates it's body, because it feels overtaken by this developing sort of insanity. I'm covered in fear as I believe what will happen tonight is for the worst. As the moon begins to shine through the blinds of my window and as my mind enters its spiral; I fail to see life clearly, and I pace around my room.

My voice hates the silence, because with it, it cannot speak. My heart hates being secluded, because it therefore cannot act. The adrenaline poisons my blood and the air becomes flat and motionless around me. As the situation becomes more real every minute, the anxiety climbs, becoming more intense. I start to move more frequently, and I prance around my room.

My mind loves these ideas; sleep now is equivalent to pleasure. But fleeing this cramped compartment pleases my spirit much more. The music I have started to blare has filled the silence, but swims recklessly through my system. Being the only way to release the shocks sent through me, I spin life away and I dance around my room.

My eyes are confused; they want to stay awake and release this anxious energy. But my brain starts to shut down, as sleep seduces me to my bed. The lights seem to dim by themselves into specs of nothing, like empty light. The situation is pushed aside for another day. As I close my eyes for the last time until dawn rises, the silence returns and melts the anxiety away.