02:15.
I sit up I've stopped breathing, heart racing.
I was never asleep But now there's fire in my veins,
An energy,
A strength.

I move.
I have to move.

I pick up a pen A pencil Grab anything I can.
And I write, or I draw,
Try to get down

The feeling shattering

My chest.

Breaking me.

It's hopeless. It's impossible.
I say goodbye until the next time.
It'll happen again.
02:20.