Day 3

This time it wasn't even close to the morning. I could sense the fatigue that came with the lack of sleep I was getting, and the uncanny bipolar behavior I was having. Black patches would rush against my sight, and I'd lean against a wall and swallow my medication. That's how I made my way down the stairs at 10:23 at night, breathing heavily in a dark hoodie. One step became a mile, and the next few became a centimeter. I wanted my day to start this late because I couldn't walk out of my apartment in the daylight, the scorching sun only increased the visions and passing out that I was accustomed to. I finally reached the bottom, and pulled my way into the night time. Lonely persons such as myself were dragging their feet past the statue in front of them, destined to reach their destination. But all I cared about was the rain, no the aftereffects of the rain. It was humid, the air was  heavy the bench next to me was inviting. I scurried to the wooden bench, pulled by the need to sit and sleep right then and there. I knew I couldn't and swallowed more pills than ever before. Smiling, I rested my head against the back of the long chair and gazed at the stars as my hoodie fell off my head. Some were bright white, others a shade of blue, breathtaking as The Milky Way reached across them, holding them together.  I felt a drop of water slide down my cheek. I wasn't crying.

Day 2

Although my everyday began earlier than average for most people, today was different. The sky opened up for rain around 6 in the morning, and I stared at the window pane for hours, watching the rain drip down the sides of the crackled paint. I couldn’t stop thinking of how I was going to get past eight days of no sleep. Today was the fourth. I blinked, pulling my eyes away from the heavy shower of rain and stretched. Sadly, the work I dreaded and feared called upon me. Find a new job, the meds aren’t good enough to help undepress this one. I finished writing it down as I heard a knock at the mahogany door covered in its own mass amounts of yellow notes. I ruffled my hair and walked to the opening, slipping a white tank over my head. I gingerly opened it, a slight squeaking were made by the hinges. I poked an eye through the crack, examining the man in front of me. He only gave me a slight up down and blurted “sorry, wrong door” and moved on. I shrugged and closed the door. I wasn’t certain of many names around this area, but I was certain he was the man who sometimes spoke to himself in the hallway when he thought no one was looking, maybe Josh or Jason? It didn’t matter. When I looked in the hallway however, it did. The olive green walls were stained from recent leaks, and boxes crowded the sides for a recent move. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t leave just yet.