Sleep.
Running.
Running.
Running through my head.
I can't stop running through my head.
Running.
Running.
Thoughts, images, memories,
streaked at the edges,
light the darken halls,
guiding my path.
Running.
Running.
Without breath,
no stopping,
thirsting for sleep.
Running through my head.
Running.
Running.
Sol touches the horizon,
quiet and stillness settle in,
a cold, hard slumber,
an alarm rings to life.
I can't stop running through my head.