robbie-munn

I need a bosom, a pillow, a comfort, something to hold, something soft. I'm so tired, my eyes heavier than natural, my body exhausted, drained, the weight of my chest becoming more apparent with each breath. Mind wandering, words backward, I find it hard to understand me, I'm sure I just need rest, time to recover, lots of time, lots of rest. The emptiness in me is great, a vast chasm of nothing. Peoples voices echo in an unclear simplicity, merging with brief images that glide past my minds confused eye, images of friends, past and present, visions of happiness... fading, nothing really making sense. I close my eyes tighte