At the end of the day, the sun sets but my mind races.
I cannot wind down.
There is no respite for the mad.
It is during the darkness my mind cannot be still.
I want to sleep, but I am afraid if I do I will not be the same when I wake.
At the end of the day, the sun sets but my mind races.
I cannot wind down.
There is no respite for the mad.
It is during the darkness my mind cannot be still.
I want to sleep, but I am afraid if I do I will not be the same when I wake.