INSOMNIA DIARIES #1

A dull, beaten ache that insists on staying. A stubborn sensation burning away at the joint. I fear they will one day be worn down so much by the particles of pain that I will no longer be standing, they'll wear the bones down day by day 'till I can't breathe through it any longer. Please stop there I'll say but it will move, spread, attack me from another angle, I will try to stand my ground but I will eventually give in and I will drown myself in violent capsules that break their claims, their promises of doing me good. They will betray me, combine and strike hard, encourage each other. I realise I was better before, I could take it but now the next ten seconds that anyone can get through must become five, making it through ten seconds is big ask when something bigger has taken your focus.