consciousness is overrated.
the tireless moments that push by between get more pronounced
until I can feel the beats within a breath.
suspended in the moments between when my heart might stop
and i could exhale all this back at the world.
blow out my essence and look upon the pathetic slumping mass.

just looking for something to fill that gap between
when my bleary eyes creak open on my pillow
and the moment they finally succumb.
something to make it all worth it.

destroy.