Fatigue

The fatigue has hit
The world becomes static
Fuzzy

My head rings
Not loudly
Softly
For it is too tired otherwise

I dont think
My eyes droop
My head is empty
Unable to conjure thought
Let alone image or experience

Fingers move
Unconsciously
Uncontrollably
But in a seemingly controlled dance
Is this the voice of my subconscious?
Or does that question mean I’m conscious

I still self police
I just thought “I hope that makes sense”
Who cares
Sanity is just a social construct anyway

I just want to sink away
To melt into my bed
To sink into the floor
To become one with an object and just observe

I sometimes think I wasn’t built for life
Being an observer is hard enough
And then add my own thoughts on top of that
Oh and don't forget the normalcies of society on top of that

No wonder I'm insane
The recipe is quoted above
Its just whether you choose to recognise it or not