Thoughts. So many, tiring and loaded thoughts.

The night has passed me by and even despite no sleep, I am wide awake in a dark room trying to make sense of things, trying to piece things together like in a puzzle.

The insides of my mouth are dry. Like opening and shutting an old novel which is falling apart with that rasping papery sound. My eyes feel as if something is gnawing at them from within. The sides are gluey and the lids are as heavy as they can go without shutting.

My thoughts are circling me through all this. Sometimes in the night, you convince yourself that the thoughts are mere nocturnal demons which will vanish the second the sun rises. Then the next morning, they're still there, standing and waiting for you to wake up.