The days are foggy in my mind.
They blend together, like the tendrils of fabric that cage my body.
The previous day crumbles like an old gravestone.
It slips into fog as I tear my bed off me.
I didn't sleep.
I feel like I'm climbing out of my grave...half alive.
...hello yesterday. You're the same as you've always been. You never end. You'll be here today, and tomorrow
I stumble through a shower.
Breathing in the steam like a drug.
Did I wake up? Did I ever fall asleep?
There isn't a date on my gravestone.
Yesterday never ends.