please just sleep forever

[eelster]

maybe it will hit us all at different times,
one morning, ill wake up
numb, still, silent-
the weather could be pushing me over,
and i would not
make a sound.
frozen and certain,
that nothing could
fill it all up, nothing could
make it go away.
no amount of highs,
lows, there-then-go's,
just real understanding
that it will hit us all
eventually.