Its 4:15, the fifth consecutive night of sleep deprivation.
My body is pinned to the bed, by my subconsciousness as my mind is phasing in and phasing out of reality. There is emptiness lingering between those four walls. The clock is ticking with measured ticks, and tocks as the night is accelerating in slow motion. I am there, but it is the fifth time this week, I can feel my absence behind the windows which look upon the skyline of infinity. I could wander completely lost, down the steps of the vault inside me. The monochrome music, is playing with random screeches, as the silence behind the music is comfortably deafening.
Time has already unhinged from the hands of the clock, and is swinging freely in space. I am oscillating in between the past and the present as, memories hit me with pills of nausea, in my chest.
There are hallucinations, which made me fear of what I remember and what I imagined.
It is 5 in the morning. There is no more silence, as the monochrome has bleed into colours. And the world is awake from the temporary death, with a certainty of permanence.
My eyes, has ashes under it burnt from the wasted sleep glowing brightly in the twilight evaporating my past, dissolving it in the polluted air.
It is 6, the sky is painted in crimson blood, as the beings are all set up, for surviving through hours, and settling back again before the 24th.
My day has started in the past, continuing for 120 hours straight, and a few more to go, letting me travel few more dimensions of attachment and detachment until I can reciprocate my unrequited death.
©Jumbled Letters. 22/02/18