Time to rest no more. When I hear this words, it echoes in my heart, as I stared at the flickering streetlight which was outside my window. I've been abandoned for weeks. Sleep tight, overwinden. They're following me.
Yes, that's me.
Yes, that's nice. I'd be having a serious dream, and there is a voice that may be screaming in my ear, and that is telling me, motivating me to keep moving, or we'll never make it.
I tried to shut it off, but my body refused to rest. I wonder why. I found out that coffee became my lifeline, and those nights, quietly turned into a place of low peace. It was as if I was chasing shadows.
Last night, I found out there was an old thing in my cupboard. It was some squibble about the cause that has been taking away my sleep from those dreams that I have been having deeply. I thought it was a fiction or it was just a warning but since my eyes keep burning anytime I close them I feel like I want to surrender to life.
This world feels more clear now since I saw the light and I feel like I'm alive now, there's no secrets to hold now I notice that. I can rest very well with my thoughts without feeling bad or maybe it's just what it's supposed to be the voice that made me. I keep telling me to rest no more and I'm happy that I've found the truth behind all this.
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