While staring through the silent Black in my bedroom...
I pondered briefly..
Where does one turn, when Reality is painful & wretched...?
And yet, when one escapes into the world of Dreams, it's just as bad.
Bad when awake, bad when asleep
Distracted whilst walking down the Street, risking avoidable accidents.
Books can be insightful, but pointless when the Mind wanders.
Music is Moot when a Headache looms.
Silence is out of the Question.
Long baths only make one Drowsy, which...falls into the Dream shit again.
I need a thwack in my head with a chilled aluminum bat...maybe a concussion-induced blackout would work
I need sleep. Bah
