manchester_black

I find that I am unable to sleep in three dimensional space. The ticks of the clock collapsing my skull like a blunted hatchet, not enough to kill, but to make one aquiesce to attrition. The more that it strives to drag me down and convert my body to the faith of weakness, the more my minds focus on the unknowable and the spectral shifts across the phases of the invisible disease of chronology.


... Man do I ever need to get myself a proper goddamned nights rest.