Rest

There comes a time when the caffeine maxes out, when the body refuses to take more. A time when the burn of cigarette smoke feels more masturbatory than soothing. A time when thoughts rip wildly from one corner of the mind to the next. When the weed only creates panic, and the music shoves you instead of hugging you. A time when every time you try to think, it’s always about her, and the feeling that the world is ending right in front of you..and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re not sick, you’re just awake. If I could I would take the burden from you, but I can’t. So rest, rest deeply, as much as you can. Save your strength, because there’s more to come—but don’t worry about that right now. For now, just rest.