Zombie-like look and it’s not even Halloween.
Forced smile. Forced laugh.
Just to show signs that I’m actually still alive.
Full of useless thoughts.
Staring at the ceiling of my room or the blank wall.
Fingers typing words to this so called chain of thought.
Or is there?
Body. Mind. Soul
Eyes open. Not wide eyed though.
Dopey eyes. One of the 7 dwarfs.
Ache all over.
Need to sleep.
Rest body, mind and soul.
To lift myself up.
For another day. A new day tomorrow.
To keep on moving.
Eyes to the front. Not distant future.
But to just a new day.
To keep on living in the land of living.
To let go of this coma state.
Where I’m fully aware but not fully awake.
Or in this case, fully asleep.
Time to sleep.