Drabble Mode


I turn on the light and things are less clear.
Before, I knew exactly what was needed. But now, I have… choices… Not an infinite amount, but enough for fatigue. I can’t make decisions; I can’t not make decisions.
Constricting, as I analyze and scrutinize every possible outcome of every possible decision. Overwhelmed, I crumble back into bed, uncovered and twisting into myself.
The light no longer matters as I continuously descend further and further into a stale darkness with only my cycling thoughts, neither conscious nor unconscious; the latter being preferred but unattainable… pushing myself to existence vs. non-existence.