Time catches up to reality.
The day breaks with a new pace.
Sleep goes into hiding.
My heart remembers its place,
But my brain forgets its limits.
It is as if I sent it on vacation,
Only to play catchup upon return.
There is a lot on the to-do list.
I guess it’s okay to work double time today.
Sleep will have to catch up.
Time will reset.
The light rose slowly.
Minutes ticked by but time slowed.
It was like the frame rate expanded.
Speed became relative,
But there was
no tar slowing my movement,
no fog obscuring my vision.
Just slow flow.
The air gradually thins,
And time regains speed
without the added friction.
Turns out that
time dislikes
trickery.
The slow flow becomes a wind tunnel.
As the air rushes past,
With it the sun’s rays.
Just a blackout.
It's like needing to sleep a week,
But wanting to run a mile,
And feeling like a whirlwind inside a fog.
It's like needing to stop everything,
But wanting to plow ahead,
And feeling like nothing.
All I can grasp is separation.
All I can do is put one foot forward.
All I can think is how empty I am.
I'm running on empty.
So tired I don't know what to do with myself.
Drained beyond sleep's reach.
I forget this happens,
Although I shouldn't.
It sneaks up on me,
Despite my familiarity with it.
Meeting new people is fun,
But crowds are draining,
And everything becomes a haze.
Just a bit of recharge time,
Just a bit of unbound space,
Just a bit of familiarity,
To bring everything back into focus.
