Descent into darkness, vertigo and narcolepsy,
being a thinking spirit locked up in an immobile
body, tomorrow the fight against the negative
effects of tension begins, chronic fatigue is too
strenuous, my head weighs a million tonnes, my
eyes become two black holes devouring the light
without reflecting anything, darkness becomes
overpowering; sinking, sinking without the ability
to communicate my plight, almost time to go home
and continue the fight in different circumstances,
the delight of such self-discipline, fighting for
control of one’s brain and body; indescribable -
I would rather go without!
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