sleep

There are quiet days disrupted by pressed memories, that one day it will catch up to you,

whether you did it out of survival or selfishness, the abrupt fear of future scenarios, 

waking up your once tired eyes to frantic ones, maybe it's the coffee you drank late at night,

maybe it's the guilt, but you can't go back to sleep, so you'll browse some more, 

until your fingers bleed.