You need to

Get up. Get up. Get up. You can do this. Come on. Get up. Come on. Please? Stop sleeping so much. Come on. Let's do something. Get up. You can do this. Brush your hair. Brush your teeth. Wash your face. You got this. Please get up. ┬áBut I just feel so drained. What is…

A Battle to Get Ready

I haul my sorry self from my makeshift bed every day. My feet guide me through my apartment. The sleep is still clinging to my eyes, and the bags display the lack of genuine rest. The river of hair I possess is wild. I battle the demons that stroll around casually. Ignore their whispers. The…