Days end

Another day comes to an end. This is generally when people wind down, turn the lights off, and eventually sink into a nice sleep. I’m in my room, alone, with my overbearing thoughts keeping my mind racing like a formula one race car. Hypothetical situations, things from ten years ago, mistakes I’ve made. This used to be a safe space for me, existential dread now fills the room. Will I be successful? Will I be alone forever? The battle for sleep has begun, when it will end I’m not sure, I fade from mental exhaustion, and the nights complete.